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The smell of lethal disease

Penetrates the air of all town

Infected packs of rats

Leave vaults to die in daylight

In the sky deserted by birds

Angel of pest is floating

His hand shows a victim

In which heart he'll plunge black spear

The wind is like a breath of death

It communicates bacteria of epidemic on his wings

Germs are absorbed

By helpless people

Eating up their bodies within

It brings to agony in groans

In holes behind the walls

Profaned the dead rest

Stakes of corpses buried without ceremony

The ground takes away

When light covers the town

And life fades away in the streets

Dying people come into prominence

'Cos silence is a background for the screams

Loneliness, craving, depair

Seized an atmosphere of houses

Faces of the living show fear

Weakened by anguish and a rule of evil

The plague increases a group of dying people

The town full of live once

Changes in necropolis