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 Yersinia Pestis penetrates all
Coughing up your lungs Abscess suppurates Your fluids clot inside of 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