[Prologue:]    By the winter of 1350    It swept the land in an uncontrolled outburst    Famine, cold and pestilential misery    Surely this must be a divine damnation    Punishment from below    Be it devil or demon that reaps this cursed nation    No one of us deserves suffering thus    Oh lord, what have we done    Oh God, have you forsaken us?       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    The proudest men forget their pride       They cry in pain immense    Praying to be spared    But you god seems not to care    Mothers, daugters, fathers, sons       All are pray alike    Twitching in rotten bowel runs       I crave a heavy toll    The deadringers sound the bell    For all of you who fell    In 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, sucumb in    your sheets, diabolic disease       And you don't know why    Why you children die    And you won't know    On wings of death I ride       Now summer has come over    the city    Midday heat is low    The surviving few bring out their dead    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 1352, two thirds are gone    A horrible tale of pestilence and    plague, darkness and woe    Now I subside, slowly die out,    yet I have won    But I will return, in futures to come,    in different forms