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Ogre - Black Death Lyrics

Medieval maiden
Mirror of steel
Who is the fairest
Beauty unreal
Marked out for death now
She does not know
Hundreds of thousands
Will be laid low

It's the Black Death
Less than half left
You will be next
So take your last breath

Pestilence prowling
Across the land
Knight priest or peasant
Equally damned
Bodies are rotting
Before they are dead
Beautiful lady
Feverish head

Creeping and crawling the people are falling
Like wheat that is beat down by hail
Pathogen spreading the devil is meeting out death
In a world gone to hell

Running sores open
On limbs fair and white
Bubonic tumors
A hideous sight
Pitiful lady
Falls to the floor
Rats lice and history
She is no more