Black Death 가사

Medieval maiden Mirror of steel Who is the fairest Beauty unreal Marked out for death now She does not know Hundreds of thousands Will be laid low It's the Black Death Less than half left You will be next So take your last breath Pestilence prowling Across the land Knight priest or peasant Equally damned Bodies are rotting Before they are dead Beautiful lady Feverish head Creeping and crawling the people are falling Like wheat that is beat down by hail Pathogen spreading the devil is meeting out death In a world gone to hell Running sores open On limbs fair and white Bubonic tumors A hideous sight Pitiful lady Falls to the floor Rats lice and history She is no more