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The redeemer has not come
On a cross he hangs so pale
I kiss the wounds in his side
Just to taste the sweet decay
A thousand rats follow my trail
As I drift from house to house
I grant thee the kiss of black death
I am invisible - I am death
My bony hand stretched across the land
Villagers caught in a web of decay
Under the rusty scythe you die
Only deaf ears listen to you pray
No cross or door can ever stop my way
As I come to visit you at night
The promised life leaves your bated breath
I am invincible - I am death
You can't see me
Only fear me
All bow down to the great pestilence
Time stands still as man wrenches
Covered with blackened skin and gangrene
Heaped by the thousands in vast trenches
Mass burials guarded by skeletal ghosts
Macabre sufferings of the bubonic host
The painful price for killing black cats
A plague carried by millions of rats