Rats Of Black Death

Half of Europe, in death's embrace, the throes of a pandemic
Rats overwhelm cities spreading hemic bacteria, and sepsis
A scuttling throng spreads the terror of unknown disease
A black shroud draped over castle and cot, besieged by infected fleas

Rat's teeth orange as a carrot
But no carrots could grow, the fields all barren
Malnourishment apparent
A pestilence gone errant
No quinces no cabbage, no mutton no salmon
Agrarian collapse digs a deep famine
Cold chains of hunger pains will grip you to your core
Destitute of prosperity your family is no more

Rats of Black Death
Half of Europe's dead
Rats of Black Death
Famines endless spread
Rats of Black Death
Three-fourths of Europe's dead
Rats of Black Death

Songs of birds replaced by wails of grief
Bulbus nodes render remedies obsolete
The staunchest of priests will question their beliefs
When confronted with the masses of the recently deceased
Black death's the ax that chops family trees
Their fur a cloak for death's deceit
The reaper has not a scythe unsheathed
But beady eyes and a blameless squeak

From Italy's shores to England's green
A solemn mournful dirge
In chambers grand and hovels small
All felt the reaper's purge
A scuttling throng spreads the terror of unknown disease
A black shroud draped over castle and cot, besieged by infected fleas

Rats of Black Death
Half of Europe's dead
Rats of Black Death
Famines endless spread