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I

Pain… Fear…

Reign of death.

Nigrum Mortis.

II

The march of death is coming,

no will to live, no hope to survive.

Purulent bodies on the ground,

Infectious disease.

III

Black death arrives,

Epidemic decease.

Medical care collapse,

Thousands more will die.

Infectious disease,

Punishment for mankind.

IV

Pestilence spreads through the world,

bad practice kills a lot more.

Science fails, politicians lies,

thousands more will die!

Chorus:

Lockdown yourself to die.

Smell of death is in the air.

Your mind is full of fear.

Black death comes for you!

V

Soon the science found a cure,

a trojan horse to cheat you.

You sold your humanity for fear,

And your body hosts the killer.