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Prologue: By the of 1350
It swept the in an uncontrolled

Famine, and pestilential misery
Surely this be a divine damnation
Punishment from
Be it devil or demon reaps this
cursed
No one of us deserves suffering
Oh lord, have we done
Oh God, have you us?
I the night air
On wings
I am the
That slays kith and kin
I ride bed at night
An so vile
My work is seen
The smoke of pyres
Black do my work
Punishment
Cover face, everyone has heard
is payment for your sins
This epoch you forget
You're burning inside
In the final throes of horrid
The proudest men forget pride
They cry in immense
to be spared
But your god not to care
Mothers, daughters, fathers,
All are prey
Twitching in rotten runs
I crave a heavy
The deadringers sound the
For all of you who
I reap the field in
You scream in fear
When in my embrace
I purify, you putrefy, the end I
For blasphemy, I bring you
disease, a feast
I the helm and steer you into, a
domain
You fall in the streets, in
your sheets, diabolic
And you know why
Why children die
And you know why
On winds of death I
Now summer has over
the
Midday is low
The surviving few out
their
A flow...
I am the death, your black
breath, I am black
I am the reason, children lie
crying, their parents

And I am formless,
relentless, you
see
And I am evil, I am disaster, I am

By the end of 1352, two
are
A tale of pestilence and
plague, and woe
Now I subside, die out,
yet I won
But I will return, in to
come, in forms
Philip von
Stockholm, '97