A Plague for Every Season

Farewell, well i've become. with thorns, i bring my bloom... to you
A plague, a season to rise, with fervour, i'll take your child,. from you
Herald my coming welding my plague monarchs and peasants
Fall to my bloom barren to seed meadows sweet passion
Foul in the air sicken the women sicken the men
Mothers will spawn forth to their children come misery,
Watch over me wreathed, none i spare, come, dark despair
Black plague... black plague... black plague... black plague
Wretched we grieve woeful we mourn leaden, the stench
Stinking and vile blessed are none upon that we heave
Taunted am i... taunted in my. ...lullabies, my lullabies
Farewell to thee farewell to thee all
For here tunes the piper or we know his call st vitas dance