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(gregorian chants)

the bell
the black has struck
diseased eyes upwards
as if knowing which direction their souls will
(bring out dead)
a woman in cries
as the deathly procession by
and monks en masse

(gregorian chants)

the yet clean pounds upon the castle door
for it is safer inside the
knocking pounds a dull tone across the quiet, deserted courtyard
the bodies of unfortuates bloat in the hot sun the castle walls
and ones ignorant of all plunder the diseased corpses for remaining riches.
(bring out dead)
and the tolls on

a man walks around the castle walls on the
the light from his dancing shadows as he moves
he the sick
comfort to all he can for dying woman and crying man
but he it most for the children
(unclean)
glisten on his cheek
did man deserve this death?
and not all will die, the poor
for the rich are inside the castle
and he he could be with them
and laugh at this fool of a man
the stone fortress windows
and the tolls on

(unclean)
and many deaths and many later
many tears have been cry cried but in
for tears can never the pain of death
only time has that
his hands are now blistered but man walks on
the only element of that the people look to him for answers and he answers all
and the tolls on inside the castle wall
(bring out dead)

the dead are now buried and the is at its end
life for the flowers again
breathe fresh air like they did once before
and there is not a from beyond the castle walls
the has stopped
and only silence is
and the peasants outside what happened within
in bones they feel something is wrong
the bell has been silent much too
for many days not one soul has stirred from the stone fortress where the people live
no one came and no one
fear can do strange things
and even though ran low
mouths burnt and bellys caked dry
not one person put a outside
no one had that courage
for they feared the peasants and their outside
so they played it and didn't move
but one by one they and died