Smell of rotten flesh
Ocean of bodies laying on the streets
Air filled with an invisible threat
Nature crushed humans' conceit
You cannot fight
Something you can't even see
Blame the gods
Hide behind the other's guilt
Superior kind
Defenseless and scared to death
Pray and chant
"Bring out your dead"
Harvester of death comes slowly
Abandon all hope
Catch the day
It may be your last
"So many died, that we thought it's the end of the world"
But Danse Macabre
Has just begun
You cannot fight
Something you can't even see
Blame the gods
Hide behind the other's guilt
Blame the poor
Jews, outsiders and the sick
Pray and mourn,
Then "Bring out your dead"
Pyrrhic win has bitter taste
Few battles survived, but this war never ends
Plague will come back someday,
And yet again, mankind will be the prey