Black Death

(Verse 1) The crows are circling overhead, Whispering names of the nearly dead. A shadow crawls 'cross the cobblestone, Where the children play—but not alone. (Pre-Chorus) Doctor's mask, hollow eyes, Plague bells ringing through the skies. "God's good grace," the preacher cries, As the gravediggers multiply. (Chorus) Black death comes on velvet feet, No king’s gold can turn the beat. It dances slow in the candlelight, Stealing souls in the dead of night. (Verse 2) The baker’s girl kissed the butcher’s son, By dawn, their fever had just begun. The rats they laugh in the alleyway, Counting coins for the Reaper’s pay. (Bridge) Bring out your dead, the watchman calls, A cart rolls by, but the rain still falls. Every prayer just slips away, Like smoke dissolving into gray. (Chorus) Black death comes on velvet feet, No king’s gold can turn the beat. It dances slow in the candlelight, Stealing souls in the dead of night. (Outro) And when the last church bell is rung, And when the last hymn’s been sung, The crows will pick the bones so clean, Like it all was just a dream.