From suppurating sores
From bloated bodies
From bubonic blisters
The stench is slowly rising !
It's floating in the air
The reek of decay and d**h
As the infested bodies fester
Exuding this rotten breath
The air is warm and stale
With premature maturation
All medicines will fail
You can't stop the suppuration
Black d**h, the pestilential mists
The disease is rapidly spreading
The Curse of god on the sinners
The Plague won't ask for a cause