Letra de Plague

Wretched were the tidings from much distance east The wrath of god descended there as fog The pestilence had smothered all living that it touched And crept across the sea towards our shores A corpse am I and black my eyes Come see the world through these rotting holes Become black flesh and wear thin to bones To dust to blow together with the wind The bishop and the sailor are alike In superstition, the latrine and death Both grab for their cross, kneel and pray The reaper takes the other in his stead Lo-behold the reaper is himself among us Black as pits of hell, he gathers souls Tall among the wailing crowds he walks Everywhere he steps the dying fall Fewer lights are lit tonight - the less for dying The fiend of death is dining with the prince A cry of sorrow issues from the deep It summons all tonight into eternal sleep Humanity - in gluttonous numbers Has long been itching for some kind of doom They weep now that it is here so soon They flail themselves for it to be gone Abstracted horror gnawls deeper North The stench of death into life's bouquet Of centuries without a bath - human worms Behold the common grave this is your worth.