Letra de Your Death

Thirteen Forty Seven The year Black Death arrived To ravage the congested Christian world The signs of doom appeared Upon the land and sky The sun grew dim As the great cities burned Saint and sinner - look your death draws near Christ and Satan have turned their backs on you And you can search the soul or synagogue for blame And burn the witches, all in vain, you'll die Black Plague of old You must come by to visit My century abounds With disgusting humans An ample feast for you Their anthill towns All crumble like ash And befoul the sea I doubt my place within the rebirth cycle What is the use of a return to living With naught in the past life acquired In knowledge of the great beyond? The all-consuming death I summon Will surely be as my own I long to see your death and smile And with that sight depart the world