Through the fog, he walks so slow
Cloaked in black from head to toe
Eyes like glass, a mask of dread
He claims to cure, but leaves you dead
I bring the cure for this disease
No one escapes the Plague's cold breeze
Through flesh and bone, I find the way
To cleanse the sick and end decay
His tools are sharp, his hands are cold
His twisted wisdom, ancient, old
A doctor's oath long lost to time
Now feeds his need for death's design
I bring the cure for this disease
No one escapes the Plague's cold breeze
Through flesh and bone, I find the way
To cleanse the sick and end decay
In whispers low, he chants the rite
Believes he cures, through endless night
The final breath is just a sign
Of purging sickness from the mind
I bring the cure for this disease
No one escapes the Plague's cold breeze
Through flesh and bone, I find the way
To cleanse the sick and end decay
The cure is here, you'll feel no pain
A final breath, a fleeting strain
SCP-049 in shadows waits
To guide you to your final fate