Filth of garbage covering the street
Parasites killing every one they meet
Insect fly with the wings of death
People suffering till their last breath
Spiting blood death is for sure
For this disease there's no cure
Bring out your dead the grave diggers call
Body's mounting mountains tall
Dancing skeletons all around
Killing anyone they found
Death is upon the ground
It lay's on it all around
The rich and the poor
Black Death always killing more
