This pestilence has swept the land
Your existence is out of your hands
Futile weeping, tormented yells
You only wish you could end it yourselves
High fever, swollen glands
Skin peeled off by your bare hands
Coughing blood, in pain you cry
You're decayed before you die
Pits full of victims past
Mass-extinction progressing fast
Lips black from gangrene
Fail to shout your final scream
Bubonic Masterpiece
The human blight will finally cease
Pits full of victims past
Mass-extinction progressing fast
Lips black from gangrene
Fail to shout your final scream
This globe cleansed by disease
Bubonic Masterpiece
The human blight will finally cease