Whispers carries the dark From the shadows she approach Carrying her scythe and broom To sentence you to your tomb
Your body feels sore, coughing up blood Hands start to rot, nails peeling off Your puke is black and you skin is burning Dizziness and seizures take over, your head is turning
The only salvation will be lying in a coffin Feeling dry as hell itself, but can’t stop coughing Necrosis of the flesh, bloody fucking mess Excruciating torment, black death
Covered with boils, blackening the flesh At the point of bursting, exuding pussy abscess Your skin erupts with acral gangrene The foul stench of death bestows the unseen
At last, death is your escape Dreams deserts you, a misty drape Consciousness, your fiend Succumb to the black-cled queen
The only salvation will be lying in a coffin Feeling dry as hell itself, but cant stop coughing Necrosis of the flesh, bloody fucking mess Excruciating torment, black dess The fever is rising, visions of the goat The dancing death grips your throat Necrosis of the flesh, bloody fucking mess Excruciating torment, BLACK DEATH!