From suppurating sores  From bloated bodies  From bubonic blisters  The stench is slowly rising !    It's floating in the air  The reek of decay and death  As the infested bodies fester  Exuding this rotten breath  The air is warm and stale  With premature maturation  All medicines will fail  You can't stop the suppuration    Black Death, the pestilential mists  The disease is rapidly spreading  The Curse of god on the sinners  The Plague won't ask for a cause