
Decameron
Throne Of Heresy
Decameron • 2017
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Lyrics
Such was the cruelty of heaven
That in the year of our lord 1348
One hundred thousand souls
Perished in the city alone
What inhabitants
In their prime and vigour of youth
That neither Galen, Hippocrates
Nor Aesculapius himself
But would have declared in perfect health
After dining heartily with their friends
Have supped with the departed
In the other world
Messina/Genoa/Florentia
Siena/Venezia/Roma
Miasma/Atra/Mors
Pestilence/Schwarzer Tod/Digerdöd
Decameron
That in the year of our lord 1348
One hundred thousand souls
Perished in the city alone
What inhabitants
In their prime and vigour of youth
That neither Galen, Hippocrates
Nor Aesculapius himself
But would have declared in perfect health
After dining heartily with their friends
Have supped with the departed
In the other world
Messina/Genoa/Florentia
Siena/Venezia/Roma
Miasma/Atra/Mors
Pestilence/Schwarzer Tod/Digerdöd
Decameron
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