In the violent October 1347
 ship from far Asia did sail into port
 In the cargo were rats all covered with fleas
 [bad word] to old Europe to spread their disease

Pneumonic bubonic and oh worst of all
 Septicemic plague would kill in an hour

They hid in their houses put signs on their doors
 Lord have mercy on us but God let  em fall
 Whole villages vanished beneath Death's scythe
 The Reaper did harvest lost spirits did fly

Pneumonic bubonic and oh worst of all
 Septicemic plague would kill in an hour

One third of the world in two years was gone
 Foxes and crows did nest in their towers
 The churches stood empty the farms all untended
 In streets piled bodies all black and distended

Pneumonic bubonic and oh worst of all
 Septicemic plague would kill in an hour

The moans of the living and [bad word] 
 cacophonous nightmare that echoes through time
 It couldn't happen again we pretend
 God loves us more now than he did back then
 It couldn't happen again not like then
 Just close your eyes dear we've got to pretend