Lyrics The Black Death - Hiroshima Will Burn

The Black Death

From the deaths of a million men
A child buried in the arms of his mother’s grasp
Decayed bodies piled up one by one
Maggots devouring an emaciated carcass
Starved the life from my flesh
I neither have the strength nor will left
In the dead of night it lurks in the shadows
Among rats and filth, to quench its desires;
Carving up your flesh
When you are dead with shame
A thousand men will come for you
As you fall into slumber
Unbeknownst to the maggots
They have already consumed your soul
God doesn’t pity this shadow of your former self
To cleanse these bodies of this disease we must purge the filth with fire
We offer our
Dead to a god that doesn’t hear our prayers
He selected by hand a million men and women
The children were left to rot in the sun
For the crows to take helping of their severed tongues
Who do we blame for the death of a million men?
Decomposition rearing its ugly head upon the dead
With withered hands I caress your lifeless face
Behold the angels of the black plague