[Prologue:]
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By the winter of 1350
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It swept the land in an uncontrolled outburst
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Famine, cold and pestilential misery
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Surely this must be a divine damnation
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Punishment from below
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Be it devil or demon that reaps this cursed nation
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No one of us deserves suffering thus
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Oh lord, what have we done
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Oh God, have you forsaken us?
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I ride the night air
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On pestilential wings
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I am the nightmare
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That slays your kit and kin
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I ride your bed at night
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An incubus so vile
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My work is seen throughout
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The smoke of funeral pyres
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Black rats do my work
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Punishment begins
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Cover your face, everyone has heard
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Here is payment for your sins
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This epoch you won´t forget
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You're burning from inside
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In the final throes of horrid death
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The proudest men forget their pride
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They cry in pain immense
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Praying to be spared
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But you god seems not to care
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Mothers, daugters, fathers, sons
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All are pray alike
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Twitching in rotten bowel runs
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I crave a heavy toll
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The deadringers sound the bell
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For all of you who fell
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In reap the field in rage
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You scream in mindless fear
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When gripped in my embrace
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I purify, you putrefy, the end I provide
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For your blasphemy, I bring you
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disease, a funeral feast
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I take the helm and steer you into, a
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hellish domain
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You fall in the streets, sucumb in
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your sheets, diabolic disease
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And you don't know why
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Why you children die
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And you won't know
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On wings of death I ride
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Now summer has come over
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the city
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Midday heat is low
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The surviving few bring out their dead
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A neverending flow...
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I am the death, upon your black
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breath, I am black death
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I am the reason, that children lie
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crying, watching their parents dying
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And I am formless, always
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relentless, something you cannot see
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And I am evil, I am disaster, I am
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catastrophe
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By the end of 1352, two thirds are gone
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A horrible tale of pestilence and
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plague, darkness and woe
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Now I subside, slowly die out,
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yet I have won
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But I will return, in futures to come,
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in different forms
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Ride The Wings Of Pestilence
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| Dawn |
