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(gregorian chants)

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

(gregorian chants)

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

a man around the castle walls on the outside
the light from his dancing shadows as he moves
he the sick
gives to all he can for dying woman and crying man
but he feels it most for the
(unclean)
tears glisten on his
did man deserve this death?
and not all will die, the poor
for the rich are inside the castle
and he knows he be with them
and they laugh at this of a man
the stone fortress windows
and the tolls on

(unclean)
and many and many days later
many tears been cry cried but in vain
for tears can erase the pain of death
only has that talent
his hands are now blistered but man walks on
the only element of that the people 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
life for the flowers again
they breathe fresh air they did once before
and is not a sound from beyond the castle walls
the has stopped
and silence is heard
and the peasants outside wonder happened within
in their they feel something is wrong
the bell has been silent much too
for many days not one soul has stirred from the stone fortress the rich people live
no one came and no one
fear can do strange things
and though water ran low
mouths burnt and bellys caked dry
not one put a foot outside
no one had that courage
for they feared the peasants and world outside
so played it safe and didn't move
but one by one they perished and