(Verse 1) Amidst the shadows of the night, Where darkness claims eternal might, A specter haunting land and sea, The plague came forth, a merciless decree. Plague doctors roamed the streets, so bold, Masks of dread, their secrets untold. Beneath the cloak of melancholy skies, The world wept tears, as innocence dies.
(Chorus) Blood and tears stain the cracks in our souls, Fear and despair, as the darkness unfolds. Roses and poppies mark the path of sorrow, Lamenting the echoes of a bleak tomorrow. Children's cries resonate, piercing the night, A symphony of anguish, a harrowing sight. In this dark melody, where sadness breeds, This plague has sown its wicked seeds.
(Verse 2) From village to city, it silently crept, The scourge of death, with promises unkept. Plague doctors, once healers, claimed by the abyss, With hollow eyes, carrying the scent of demise. The wails of mothers echo in the air, As life slips away, consumed by despair. Amidst the pain, the petals of roses fall, While poppies sway, as the reaper's call.
(Bridge) A chilling wind blows across the land, Heralding a fate we cannot withstand. In the darkest corners, the shadows linger, Whispering tales of fate's cruel wringer. With tears in our eyes, we mourn our kin, Lost in this cruel game we cannot win. The children's cries pierce through the night, Innocence shattered, robbed of their light.
(Chorus) Blood and tears stain the cracks in our souls, Fear and despair, as the darkness unfolds. Roses and poppies mark the path of sorrow, Lamenting the echoes of a bleak tomorrow. Children's cries resonate, piercing the night, A symphony of anguish, a harrowing sight. In this dark melody, where sadness breeds, This plague has sown its wicked seeds.
(Verse 3) Broken hearts beating, shattered and torn, The plague's grip tightens, leaving all forlorn. But amid the chaos, a glimmer of hope, A fragile flame flickers, refusing to cope. For in the darkest times, resilience will rise, Through pain and suffering, we'll defy the skies. With every tear shed, a strength is awoken, To fight against the darkness, never to be broken.
(Outro) Blood and tears may stain, our souls scarred forever, But roses bloom anew, reminding us of endeavor. The haunting cries of children fade into the night, As their echoes guide us towards the light. In this dark ballad, a tale bittersweet, We lament the plague's horrors, and its deceit. But together, we'll rise, with bravery unspoken, United against the darkness, never more to be broken.
