ohohohohoh
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(gregorian chants)
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the bell tolls
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the black plague has struck
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diseased eyes roll upwards
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as if knowing which direction their souls will travel
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(bring out your dead)
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a woman in black cries
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as the deathly procession passes by
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and monks moan en masse
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ohohohohohoh
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(gregorian chants)
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the yet clean peasant pounds upon the castle door
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for it is safer inside the walls
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their knocking pounds a dull tone across the quiet, deserted courtyard
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the bodies of unfortuates bloat in the hot sun outside the castle walls
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and ones ignorant of all facts plunder the diseased corpses for remaining riches.
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(bring out your dead)
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and the bell tolls on
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a man walks around the castle walls on the outside
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the light from his lamp dancing shadows as he moves
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he tends the sick
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gives comfort to all he can for dying woman and crying man
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but he feels it most for the children
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(unclean)
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tears glisten on his cheek
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did man ever deserve this death?
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and not all will die, just the poor
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for the rich are inside the castle walls
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and he knows he could be with them
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and they laugh at this fool of a man
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through the stone fortress windows
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and the bell tolls on
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(unclean)
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and many deaths and many days later
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many tears have been cry cried but in vain
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for tears can never erase the pain of death
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only time has that talent
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his hands are now blistered but this man walks on
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the only element of sanity that the people look to him for answers and he answers all
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and the bell tolls on inside the castle wall
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(bring out your dead)
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the dead are now buried and the plague is at its end
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life for the people flowers again
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they breathe fresh air like they did once before
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and there is not a sound from beyond the castle walls
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the bell has stopped
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and only silence is heard
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and the peasants outside wonder what happened within
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in their bones they feel something is wrong
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the bell has been silent much too long
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for many days not one soul has stirred from the stone fortress where the rich people live
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no one came and no one went
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fear can do many strange things
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and even though water ran low
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their mouths burnt and bellys caked dry
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not one person put a foot outside
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no one had that much courage
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for they feared the peasants and their world outside
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so they played it safe and didn't move
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but one by one they perished and died
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The Black Plague
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The Animals |