Mion's Hill Black Death Lyrics

Whispers carries the dark
From the shadows she approach
Carrying her scythe and broom
To sentence you to your tomb
Your body feels sore, coughing up blood
Hands start to rot, nails peeling off
Your puke is black and you skin is burning
Dizziness and seizures take over, your head is turning
The only salvation will be lying in a coffin
Feeling dry as hell itself, but can't stop coughing
Necrosis of the flesh, bloody f*cking mess
Excruciating torment, black dess
Covered with boils, blackening the flesh
At the point of bursting, exuding p*ssy abscess Your skin erupts with acral gangrene
The foul stench of death bestows the unseen
At last, death is your escape
Dreams deserts you, a misty drape
Consciousness, your fiend
Succumb to the black-cled queen
The only salvation will be lying in a coffin
Feeling dry as hell itself, but can't stop coughing
Necrosis of the flesh, bloody f*cking mess
Excruciating torment, black dess
The fever is rising, visions of the goat
The dancing death grips your throat
Necrosis of the flesh, bloody f*cking mess
Excruciating torment, BLACK DEATH!