https://suno.com/@therealjester77 Lyrics by TheRealJester ยฉ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฎ5 ๐๐น๐น ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ. ____________________________ [Verse 1] These are the times of prosperity, You've struggled hard to achieve. But each climax comes with its downside, Slowly creeping and barely to perceive. [Verse 2] Stacked your granaries till they're bursting, Your golden banners flying high. While they're already infiltrating, Heralds of a wailing cry. [Pre-Chorus] And still you laugh at fevered moans of a few, Too drunk on triumph's taste. By a rat-borne plague that you never knew, You soon will be embraced! [Chorus] And so the rodent army's, Swarming out under the setting sun. Neither coin nor creed can staunch the rot, Thatโs only just begun. From gilded spires to muddy hovels, Death has cast its net. Soon the banquets will be bare, This plague spares no regret. [Verse 3] You claim this scourge's a "gift" from god above, But this seed springs from your mortal fault. No miasma drifting through the cursed lands, It's the host that will take you to the vault. [Verse 4] So you battle hopelessly against your rotting fate, And no medicus to cure the malady inside. Alleys choke on a blood coughing mesh, 'Til your lungs burst and each one of you has died! [Pre-Chorus] No more laughs at fevered moans, Your triumph's taste has come to rest. The rat-borne plague that you never knew, Has come to put you to the test! [Chorus] And so the rodent army's, Swarming out under the setting sun. Neither coin nor creed can staunch the rot, Thatโs only just begun. From gilded spires to muddy hovels, Death has cast its net. Soon the banquets will be bare, This plague spares no regret. [Bridge] Your prayers rise but fall back down like ash, Unanswered in the choking night. The few ones left that roam the empty streets, Will be lost in their desperate plight. Every single one will fall, there is no retreat, From this contagion they can't fight! And your backbone has been shattered by prosperity. Your demise - this will be your destiny! [Chorus] And so the rodent army's, Swarming out again under the setting sun. Neither coin nor creed could have saved you, The rot's spread has been done. From gilded spires to muddy hovels, Death has cast its net. Now your banquets lay bare, With nothing left to care, This plague spared no regret. [Outro] In this downfall you have met.
