[music: Joey Vera, lyrics: James Rivera]
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A calling came on that cold black day
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That brought the plague that took their hopes away
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Creeping through the streets gnawing mankind
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A trail of death was all it left behind
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Horrid eyes watched it bring their fate
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Fever spreading it was much too late
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Crying for salvation, the suffering had just began
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Nothing could stop the killing disease
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Nothing, no one can answer their please
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Chaos, the madness, the sadness, despair
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A bell is ringing in the village square
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Smell of carcass from piles they made
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Infected were laid to waste
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Black death, the plague brought their demise
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Screams of mercy hurled up to the skies
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Pain was lingering around
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Fever in the city
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Heard the echoed moaning sounds
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The Gods would show no pitty
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Death was airbone everywhere
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Fever in the city
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It's a living nightmare
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The Gods would show no pitty
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Deadly infection, contamination
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Deterioration of their lives
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All of those who did not suffer fled in terror
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As they watched loved ones slowly die, ending an era
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Horrid eyes watched it bring their fate
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Fever spreading it was much too late
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Crying for salvation, the suffering was over and done
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Nothing could stop the killing disease
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Nothing, no one could answer their please
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Pain was lingering around
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Fever in the city
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Heard the echoed moaning sounds
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The Gods would show no pitty
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Death was airbone everywhere
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Fever in the city
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It's a living nightmare
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The Gods would show no pitty
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Fever In The City
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Seven Witches |