The Black Plague       Ohohohohoh   (gregorian chants)      The bell tolls   The black plague has struck   Diseased eyes roll upwards   As if knowing which direction their souls will travel   (bring out your dead)   A woman in black cries   As the deathly procession passes by   And monks moan en masse      Ohohohohohoh   (gregorian chants)      The yet clean peasant pounds upon the castle door   For it is safer inside the walls   Their knocking pounds a dull tone across the quiet, deserted courtyard   The bodies of unfortuates bloat in the hot sun outside the castle walls   And ones ignorant of all facts plunder the diseased corpses for remaining riches.   (bring out your dead)   And the bell tolls on      A man walks around the castle walls on the outside   The light from his lamp dancing shadows as he moves   He tends the sick   Gives comfort to all he can for dying woman and crying man   But he feels it most for the children   (unclean)   Tears glisten on his cheek   Did man ever deserve this death?   And not all will die, just the poor   For the rich are inside the castle walls   And he knows he could be with them   And they laugh at this fool of a man   Through the stone fortress windows   And the bell tolls on      (unclean)   And many deaths and many days later   Many tears have been cry cried but in vain   For tears can never erase the pain of death   Only time has that talent   His hands are now blistered but this man walks on   The only element of sanity that the people look to him for answers and he answers all   And the bell tolls on inside the castle wall   (bring out your dead)      The dead are now buried and the plague is at its end   Life for the people flowers again   They breathe fresh air like they did once before   And there is not a sound from beyond the castle walls   The bell has stopped   And only silence is heard   And the peasants outside wonder what happened within   In their bones they feel something is wrong   The bell has been silent much too long   For many days not one soul has stirred from the stone fortress where the rich people live   No one came and no one went   Fear can do many strange things   And even though water ran low   Their mouths burnt and bellys caked dry   Not one person put a foot outside   No one had that much courage   For they feared the peasants and their world outside   So they played it safe and didn't move   But one by one they perished and died