The Plague

Black plague is raging across the land
Black plague a malicious sickness
Taking countless lives
Erasing too many souls
Nothing left untouched
And nobody was missed
Deathly coldness comes from the breath
From her eyes a bursting
Fire extinguished everything
Black plague descended from above
Black plague – evil fortune
On a black horse she rode
Carrying scythe in her hand
She opened the deathly gates
And waved a funeral shroud
On a black horse she rode
And there was no need of turning back
She killed human souls and had no mercy
Blood was gushing from the pale faces
Slaughtering with her scythe all over
Slaying people one by one