Plague

Smell of rotten flesh
 Ocean of bodies laying on the streets
 Air filled with an invisible threat
 Nature crushed humans' conceit
 You cannot fight
 Something you can't even see
 Blame the gods
 Hide behind the other's guilt
 Superior kind
 Defenseless and scared to death
 Pray and chant
 "Bring out your dead"
 Harvester of death comes slowly
 Abandon all hope
 Catch the day
 It may be your last
 "So many died, that we thought it's the end of the world"
 But Danse Macabre
 Has just begun
 You cannot fight
 Something you can't even see
 Blame the gods
 Hide behind the other's guilt
 Blame the poor
 Jews, outsiders and the sick
 Pray and mourn,
 Then "Bring out your dead"
 Pyrrhic win has bitter taste
 Few battles survived, but this war never ends
 Plague will come back someday,
 And yet again, mankind will be the prey