Black Dethe

The redeemer has not come

On a cross he hangs so pale

I kiss the wounds in his side

Just to taste the sweet decay

A thousand rats follow my trail

As I drift from house to house

I grant thee the kiss of black death

I am invisible - I am death


My bony hand stretched across the land

Villagers caught in a web of decay

Under the rusty scythe you die

Only deaf ears listen to you pray

No cross or door can ever stop my way

As I come to visit you at night

The promised life leaves your bated breath

I am invincible - I am death


You can't see me

Only fear me


All bow down to the great pestilence

Time stands still as man wrenches

Covered with blackened skin and gangrene

Heaped by the thousands in vast trenches


Mass burials guarded by skeletal ghosts

Macabre sufferings of the bubonic host

The painful price for killing black cats

A plague carried by millions of rats