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(gregorian chants)

the bell
the black plague has
diseased roll upwards
as if which direction their souls will travel
(bring out dead)
a in black cries
as the procession passes by
and monks moan en

(gregorian chants)

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

a man walks around the castle on the outside
the light from his dancing shadows as he moves
he tends the
gives comfort to all he can for woman and crying man
but he it most for the children
(unclean)
tears glisten on his
did man ever deserve death?
and not all will die, the poor
for the rich are inside the castle
and he knows he could be them
and they laugh at fool of a man
through the stone fortress
and the tolls on

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

the dead are now buried and the is at its end
life for the people flowers
they breathe fresh air like did once before
and there is not a sound from beyond the castle
the has stopped
and only is heard
and the peasants outside wonder what happened
in their bones they something is wrong
the bell has silent much too long
for many days not one soul has stirred from the fortress where the rich people live
no one came and no one
fear can do many strange
and though water ran low
their mouths burnt and bellys dry
not one person put a foot
no one had that much
for they feared the peasants and their outside
so they it safe and didn't move
but one by one perished and died