The Plague

The Plague

Christian Plague Upon The Earth
Punishment In Painful Death
The Black She Chose As Her Mark
To Drown The Sinners In Godless Dark

Rats Are Spreading The Disease
The Pious In Church On Their Knees
Cold Walls Hear The Words Of Pray
God Must Show His Righteous Way

But She Fears Not The Sacred Ground
For Her Touch There Is No Bounds
She Sees No Difference Between The Man
Saint Or Sinner Are All The Same

Rotting Corpses Lie All Around
Leper’s Rattle’s The Only Sound
Witches, Witches Left To Blame
Now It’s Time Of Fire And Flame

Pyres, Stacks Up To The Sky
Through Funeral Fog Ravens Fly
Innocent Blood Is Flowing Down
Men And Women Hanged And Drown

The Land’s Now Dead, As The World Is Dying,
No One Hear Their Painful Crying
Rancid Aroma Fills The Air
No More God, So Who Shall Care

Death And Destruction Are Bound,
Her Blackness Slithers Above The Ground,
Until It Befalls Its Precious Prey.
Bringing Gloom To Everyday.