Millions on the run Fear in their eyes Black Death pine for their lives, Loves them to death Nowhere left to escape Embraced in the arms of the plague Yersina Pestis penetrates all Coughing up your lungs Abscess suppurates Your fluids clot inside your limbs Finally the end Corpses all around 40 millions left to rot away 14th century plague Cure against mankind 14th century plague Deadly gift from the gods