Paroles de Pest

Wet cunt of autumn weeps And soil bleeds the blackest blood All the trees are dead and withered Like a promise of a new life in young girl's womb Once solid ground where seeds bloomed, Turned to mud Punctured holes, like fetid wounds Made of rats Failed to see the light Behind the smoke of burning corpses Day after day rising lamentations For another children buried One by one black abscesses appeared Terrible pains twist the bodies Soon their maturated limbs Will overpopulate the graves The feeble flock gathered at church With their white robes, crosses at hand Cries of mercy for their sins Prays to God for save them But this plague won't left no one spared In few days, all is ruined No sign of life Scattered around lies swollen piles Vaporizing putrid stench At next village's gate Was tall and pale man sawn Dressed all in black And air around him was rotten and cold