The Great Punishment Men from the black sea brought forth the pestilence Ships of dying men brought forth ships of dead men There is no cure for this, no prayer can save you No one is listening, let the blackness and the bleedings begin By the hand of God Death came driving And for your guilts and your sins He grinds all good men to dust All the priests are gone No one left to pray No Christian burial for you When you die God has brought you death Streets littered with the dead mark the dawn of the fourteenth century Promises made by the church as their priests run for cover Mothers leave their sickened sons To preserve their own lives No one knows the sick Only the dying know the dead Mark the door of the infected Leave the sick behind to die Cover the eyes of the children Carry the dead under cloak of night Cover with flame the devastation From the poor and the weak to the highest of crown God is deaf now and does not hear Ashes ashes, we all fall down Breathe in the Black Death Sickness knows no name It buries you all indiscriminately Choking on the stench of despair A short trip to Heaven, but no God to take you there