Plague and Fyre

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2011

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Bring out your dead! 
Bring out your dead! 

Roses blister on his skin, fill him full of lies 
Withered posies crumbling in his hand 
Destroy the lucky amulet, and damn us with the flies 
Read the last rites 

"Blessed be the people" is a mockery 
From clergy which approve the kiss of death 
Ring-a-ring the children sing, the black plague bells are heralding 
Their funeral pyre, for beggar, priest and king 

No, no, no, nobility's no sanctuary 
Flee, flee, flee, the rat's bubonic flea 
But the scourge is everywhere, England weeps in her despair 
And in misty eyes a cure cannot be seen 

Raging pox and pestilence are dripping with the blood 
The slavering black dog roams everywhere 
Smites 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 masterplan? 

No, no, no, nobility's no sanctuary 
Flee, flee, flee, the rat's bubonic flea 
But the scourge is everywhere, England weeps in her despair 
And in misty eyes a cure cannot be seen 

"This plague and the impending conflagrations 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 out a plot as cruel as it was grand 
To raze away the English capital 
As the final time began, he brought the flames to make his stand 
And thirteen times the baker shook his hand 

In the hellish heat of his retreat, the Devil did a spy 
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's no sanctuary 
Flee, flee, flee, the rat's bubonic flea 
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 it's thirst cannot be quenched 
And London's burning to the ground 

Ground! 
London's burning to the ground! 

Ring-a-ring o'roses 
A pocket full of o'posies 
A-tishoo! A-tishoo! 
We all fall down!

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