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