Black death always crawls our neck
And the 14th century had seen
Pandemic spawned out at black sea
While Kaffa lay siege to Khan Djam Bek’s hordes
His soldiers fall one by one
The pest brings fast the end of war
The last he did was throwing corpses over Kaffa’s wall
The hawkers sail to Italy to spread disease we’ve never seen
To sell their wares and bringing death from south to north of Europe
Refrain:
Blessed Pestilence
Insects fly my eyes
Raging suicide
My flesh needs grave
I fear
To rot in isolation