Black Death کے بول

Death comes slowly, ready to show, The silent enemy Dark city streets, bodies knee deep, As far as the eyes can see Thousands of rats, growing fast, Spreading the disease Severe infection, deadly reaction, And life is all you need The plague Suffering pain The pestilence Horror, misery and doom The pestilence Welcome to the black death You can feel the venom inside your veins Now you're down, now you're down the drain Fever, difficulty to breathe Bloody sputum, massive blood loss Rotten bodies everywhere, Carts pile high with corpses The sad reality, a real fatality, a game of cruelty Devastation, evil's creation, a situation, Out of control No way out, but to think about Disease inside your soul.