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Rats in the streets, blood in the air

A silent killer creeping, everywhere

Death in the shadows, no place to hide

A kingdom’s crumbling, caught in the tide

Swords clashing loud, the war never ends

Kings and peasants, all meet their friends

Infected hands, holding the blade

A world in chaos, there’s no crusade

Whispers in the dark, "Is this the end?"

Kings and knights, the rules they bend

God’s wrath or man’s mistake?

Who the fuck cares when we all break

Fields turn to graves, the soldiers march

Fighting for thrones, but the land’s been charred

Crown’s dripping gold, but the blood runs thick

A kingdom’s ruined by the plague's sick trick

Plague of the Black Death, march to hell

No one’s spared, no soul to sell

The pestilence rises, the armies fall

Ravaged by the sickness, we answer the call

Whispers in the dark, "Is this the end?"

Fever’s raging, bodies line the floor

Hunger and fear, they ask for more

Torn apart by the blade and the plague

We’re all just pawns in a dying game

Whispers in the dark, "Is this the end?"

Kings and knights, the rules they bend

God’s wrath or man’s mistake?

Who the fuck cares when we all break

Plague of the Black Death, march to hell

No one’s spared, no soul to sell

The pestilence rises, the armies fall

Ravaged by the sickness, we answer the call

Plague of the Black Death, march to hell

No one’s spared, no soul to sell

The pestilence rises, the armies fall

Ravaged by the sickness, we answer the call