Plague and Fyre Songtext
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Plague and Fyre Songtext
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Roses blistered on his skin
Feathered full of lies
Withered posies crumbling in his hand
Destroy the lucky amulet
And stab us with the flies
Read the last rites
Blasphemy the people is a mockery
From clergy which approve the kiss of death
Ringering the children sing
The black plague bells are heralding
The funeral pyre for beggar priest Dante
No, no, no
Nobility is no sanctuary
Flee, flee, flee
The rats bubonic flee
But the scourge is everywhere
England weeps in her despair
And in misty eyes a cure cannot be seen
Raging bugs and pestilence are dripping with the blood
The slavering black dog roams everywhere
Smite the ones he bites and drags the ones he misses down
The worst is yet to come
As 1665 turns into 666
A dread like none before grips every man
As the prince of darkness sets aloose his wicked bag of tricks
Will the evil lord unleash his master plan?
No, no, no
Nobility is no sanctuary
Flee, flee, flee
The rats bubonic flee
But the scourge is everywhere
England weeps in her despair
And in misty eyes a cure cannot be seen
This plague and the impending conflagration are signs from God
And thus we, the flagellants, shall
Inflict punishment upon our bodily flesh
And other earthly manifestations to atone for the sins of the world
Satan had sent down two blots
As cruel as it was grand
To raid away the English capital
As the final time began
He brought the plague to make his stand
And thirteen times the baker shook his hand
In the heavy sate of his retreat
The devil did espy
The souls of London town are ripe for taking
From the depths of his disguise
Through the black slits of his eyes
The fallen angel watched the city die, die, die, die
No, no, no
Nobility is no sanctuary
Flee, flee, flee
The rats bubonic flee
But the scourge is everywhere
England weeps in her despair
And in misty eyes a cure cannot be seen
Fire, fire, fire
Is burning London town
Try, try, try
To beat the flames down
But the heat is too intense
And its thirst cannot be quenched
And London′s burning to the ground, ground
London's burning to the ground
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Roses blistered on his skin
Feathered full of lies
Withered posies crumbling in his hand
Destroy the lucky amulet
And stab us with the flies
Read the last rites
Blasphemy the people is a mockery
From clergy which approve the kiss of death
Ringering the children sing
The black plague bells are heralding
The funeral pyre for beggar priest Dante
No, no, no
Nobility is no sanctuary
Flee, flee, flee
The rats bubonic flee
But the scourge is everywhere
England weeps in her despair
And in misty eyes a cure cannot be seen
Raging bugs and pestilence are dripping with the blood
The slavering black dog roams everywhere
Smite the ones he bites and drags the ones he misses down
The worst is yet to come
As 1665 turns into 666
A dread like none before grips every man
As the prince of darkness sets aloose his wicked bag of tricks
Will the evil lord unleash his master plan?
No, no, no
Nobility is no sanctuary
Flee, flee, flee
The rats bubonic flee
But the scourge is everywhere
England weeps in her despair
And in misty eyes a cure cannot be seen
This plague and the impending conflagration are signs from God
And thus we, the flagellants, shall
Inflict punishment upon our bodily flesh
And other earthly manifestations to atone for the sins of the world
Satan had sent down two blots
As cruel as it was grand
To raid away the English capital
As the final time began
He brought the plague to make his stand
And thirteen times the baker shook his hand
In the heavy sate of his retreat
The devil did espy
The souls of London town are ripe for taking
From the depths of his disguise
Through the black slits of his eyes
The fallen angel watched the city die, die, die, die
No, no, no
Nobility is no sanctuary
Flee, flee, flee
The rats bubonic flee
But the scourge is everywhere
England weeps in her despair
And in misty eyes a cure cannot be seen
Fire, fire, fire
Is burning London town
Try, try, try
To beat the flames down
But the heat is too intense
And its thirst cannot be quenched
And London′s burning to the ground, ground
London's burning to the ground
Writer(s): Kevin Bower, David Halliday Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
