Millions on the run

Fear in their eyes

Black Death pine for their lives,

Loves them to death

Nowhere left to escape

Embraced in the arms of the plague

Yersina Pestis penetrates all



Coughing up your lungs

Abscess suppurates

Your fluids clot inside your limbs

Finally the end

corpses all around

40 millions left to rot away



14th century plague

cure against mankind

14th century plague

deadly gift from the gods