Bloated corpses fill the city streets
Rast infest and bring disease
Spreads through vile ways
Rotten bodies lay and decay
Soul is bound
Death surrounds
We fade away
Cast our bodies in the bay
Black death, the plague is among us
To seal our doom; our life is death's lust
Rotten flesh boils, the size of melons
The horror of the black death
Bury your dead with the living
In shallow graves afoot
There is no hope in sight
Covered deep in ash and soot
Loved ones scream
Boils to be
We're all damned
And we dance in lucifer's hand
Black death, the plague is among us
To seal our doom; our life is death's lust
Rotten flesh boils, the size of melons
The horror of the black death
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