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