Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Plague

(gregorian chants)

the tolls
the black plague has
eyes roll upwards
as if knowing direction their souls will travel
(bring out dead)
a in black cries
as the deathly passes by
and monks en masse

(gregorian chants)

the yet clean peasant upon the castle door
for it is safer the walls
their knocking pounds a tone across the quiet, deserted courtyard
the bodies of unfortuates bloat in the hot sun outside the walls
and ones ignorant of all plunder the diseased corpses for remaining riches.
(bring out dead)
and the tolls on

a man walks the castle walls on the outside
the light his lamp dancing shadows as he moves
he tends the
comfort to all he can for dying woman and crying man
but he feels it for the children
(unclean)
tears on his cheek
did man ever deserve this
and not all will die, the poor
for the rich are inside the castle
and he knows he could be with
and they laugh at fool of a man
through the fortress windows
and the bell on

(unclean)
and many and many days later
many tears have been cry cried but in
for tears can never erase the pain of
time has that talent
his hands are now blistered but this man on
the only element of sanity that the look to him for answers and he answers all
and the bell on inside the castle wall
(bring out dead)

the are now buried and the plague is at its end
for the people flowers again
they breathe fresh air like did once before
and there is not a sound from beyond the walls
the has stopped
and silence is heard
and the peasants outside wonder what within
in their bones they feel is wrong
the bell has silent much too long
for many days not one soul has stirred the stone fortress where the rich people live
no one came and no one
can do many strange things
and even though ran low
mouths burnt and bellys caked dry
not one person put a outside
no one had that much
for they feared the and their world outside
so they played it and didn't move
but one by one perished and died