Ride the Wings of Pestilence

I ride the night air on pestilential wings
I am the nightmare that slays your kit and kin
I ride your bed at night, an incubus so vile
My work is seen throughout the smoke of funeral pyres
Black rats do my work, punishment begins
Cover your face, everyone has heard
Here is payment for your sins

This epoch you won't forget
You're burning from inside
In the final throes of horrid death
Proudest men forget their pride
They cry in pain immense, praying to be spared
Your God seems not to care

Mothers, daughters, fathers, sons
All are prey alike
Twitching in rotten bowel runs

I crave a heavy toll
The deadringers sound the bell
For all of you who fell
I reap the field in rage
You scream in mindless fear
When gripped in my embrace

I purify, you putrefy, the end I provide
For your blasphemy, I bring you disease
A funeral feast
I take the helm and steer you into a hellish domain
You fall in the streets, succumb
In your sheets, diabolic disease

And you don't know why
Why your children die
And you won't know why
Wings of death I ride

Summer has come over the city
Midday heat is low
Surviving few bring out their dead
A neverending flow
A neverending flow

I am the death, upon your black breath
I am black death
I am the reason that children lie crying
Watching their parents dying
And I am formless, always relentless
Something you cannot see
And I am evil, I am disaster, I am catastrophe

By the end of 1382, two thirds are gone
A horrible tale of pestilence
Plague, darkness and woe
Now I subside, slowly die out yet I have won
But I will return, future's to come in different forms