Crusades - 1713 (The Scorching Fevers) lyrics

The vex within these vows The hex upon this house These withered, unsure hands Could be my own Paper, splitting skin Clinging to frail bone Rings that sprung eternal Now home ‘The scorching fevers Which distract the sense And snatch us raving Unprepared, from hence At thy contagious darts That wound the heads Of weeping friends Who wait at dying beds'