Prologue: By the winter of 1350 It swept the land in an uncontrolledoutburst Famine, cold and pestilential misery Surely this must be a divine damnation Punishment from below Be it devil or demon that reaps thiscursed nation No one of us deserves suffering thus Oh lord, what have we done Oh God, have you forsaken us?I ride the night air On pestilential wings I am the nightmare That slays your kith and kin I ride your bed at night An incubus so vile My work is seen throughout The smoke of funeral pyres Black rats do my work Punishment begins Cover your face, everyone has heard Here is payment for your sins This epoch you won't forget You're burning from inside In the final throes of horrid death The proudest men forget their pride They cry in pain immense Praying to be spared But your god seems not to care Mothers, daughters, fathers, sons All are prey alike Twitching in rotten bowel runs I crave a heavy toll The deadringers sound the bell For all of you who fell I reap the field in rage You scream in mindless fear When gripped in my embrace I purify, you putrefy, the end I provide For your blasphemy, I bring youdisease, a funeral feast I take the helm and steer you into, ahellish domain You fall in the streets, succumb inyour sheets, diabolic disease And you don't know why Why your children die And you won't know why On winds of death I ride Now summer has come overthe city Midday heat is low The surviving few bring outtheir dead A neverending flow...I am the death, upon your blackbreath, I am black death I am the reason, that children liecrying, watching their parentsdying And I am formless, alwaysrelentless, something youcannot see And I am evil, I am disaster, I amcatastrophe By the end of 1352, two thirdsare gone A horrible tale of pestilence andplague, darkness and woe Now I subside, slowly die out,yet I have won But I will return, in futures tocome, in different forms Philip von Segebaden Stockholm, '97
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