Great Punishment

The Great Punishment
Men from the black sea brought forth the pestilence
Ships of dying men brought forth ships of dead men
There is no cure for this, no prayer can save you
No one is listening, let the blackness and the bleedings begin
By the hand of God
Death came driving
And for your guilts and your sins
He grinds all good men to dust
All the priests are gone
No one left to pray
No Christian burial for you

When you die
God has brought you death
Streets littered with the dead mark the dawn of the fourteenth century
Promises made by the church as their priests run for cover
Mothers leave their sickened sons
To preserve their own lives

No one knows the sick
Only the dying know the dead
Mark the door of the infected
Leave the sick behind to die
Cover the eyes of the children
Carry the dead under cloak of night
Cover with flame the devastation
From the poor and the weak to the highest of crown

God is deaf now and does not hear
Ashes ashes, we all fall down
Breathe in the Black Death
Sickness knows no name It buries you all indiscriminately
Choking on the stench of despair A short trip to Heaven, but no God to take you there