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[Verse I — The Lantern of Lunacy] In the alleys of the dying world, Where the air is thick with rot, A doctor walks with trembling hands, His mask a shrine to all he’s lost. He mutters cures in broken tongues, Brews nightmares in a vial, And swears that he alone can end The Horseman’s reign of bile. [Pre‑Chorus — The Oath of the Mad] He carves his creed in burning flesh: “No plague shall outlive me.” His laughter cracks like shattered glass, A hymn of lunacy. [Chorus — Clash of the Cursed] He screams, “Pestilence, face me!” As the sky turns sickly green. He hurls his twisted medicines— A storm of alchemic screams. The Horseman roars with rotting breath, But the doctor will not yield. Two plagues collide in poisoned light Upon a battlefield. [Verse II — Apothecary of Annihilation] He uncorks a vial of burning blue, A cure that kills the cured. He flings it like a comet’s heart At the rider’s festering steed. The beast erupts in fungal flame, Its ribs exposed like gates, And Pestilence descends in rage To seal the doctor’s fate. [Pre‑Chorus — The Doctrine of the Damned] He drinks his own concoction now, A serum forged in fear. His veins ignite with eldritch fire— The end of all draws near. [Chorus — Clash of the Cursed (Reprise)] He screams, “Pestilence, face me!” As the world begins to reel. His madness is his armor now, His sickness is his shield. The Horseman’s touch decays the earth, But the doctor stands unbowed. Two plagues collide in toxic light Before a howling crowd. [Bridge — The Cure That Should Not Be] A thousand spores erupt like stars, A blight that blinds the moon. The doctor chants forbidden rites To twist the world’s immune. He binds the Horseman’s rotting soul Inside a crystal lung— A prison made of shattered hope And every death he’s sung. [Final Chorus — Apotheosis of the Mad] He whispers, “Pestilence, know this…” As the crystal starts to bleed, “My cure is chaos unrestrained— And chaos bows to me.” The Horseman fades to dust and ash, The sky begins to clear. But the doctor smiles beneath his mask— A new plague draws near.