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It was 1347 when the ships of ghosts arrived
Twelve galleys of doom entered Messina harbour
In their bones they bore so virulent disease
By Gods own hand, by rats and the fleas

I feel death is at my door tonight
As she's waiting to claim my life with a smile
She comes for poor and kings alike
Holy men they flee just to survive

Is this a test of our faith, should we blame ourselves?
Should we turn to God for solace and whip the sins away?
I've heard flagellants chanting in the streets full of cadavers
Pain, pain, pain
Our journey's done in holy name

I feel death is at my door tonight
As she's waiting to claim my life - with a smile
She comes for poor and kings alike
Holy men they flee just to survive

Daylight was too bright to stand
Many graves were dug by hand
The bodies soon littered each alley and street
Till they carted them off like slabs of meat

I feel death is at my door tonight
As she's waiting to claim my life with a smile
She comes for poor and kings alike
Holy men they flee just to survive

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