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