SHADES OF DEATH

 

THE BLACK DEATH only comes out at night

He’s always there, but he’s out of sight

He’s probably standing by the cemetery gate

With all the time in the world to wait

 

He’ll creep up behind you and rip out your throat

Just like a sacrificial goat

He’ll drag you away by the scruff of your neck

Alive or dead, he won’t stop to check

 

Down to the depths.  Where fires burn in hell

Where sulphur and death are the only smell

You’ll be put to work, stoking the fires

and be there forever for the devil’s desires

 

You’ll ask yourself daily, ”what did I do wrong?”

Then you’ll feel a sharp stab in the back from Nick’s prong

Nick says, “I do unto you as you did to others”

“Now get on with your stoking and help out your brothers”

 

 

THE RED DEATH comes and makes you sick

He creates pain and suffering and won’t let you die quick

Everyone he touches is doomed to die

You can’t shake off your illness as hard as you try

 

He’ll make you burn up and then cool you down

He’ll make you sweat like you feel you could drown

Then when your body can’t take any more

He’ll gather you up and rush out the door

 

He piles his cart high with bodies each night

If anyone sees him they always take flight

Everyone knows that his touch means death

and fever can come from the smell of his breath

 

He’ll feed off your blood, until you are dry

You’ll be too weak to stop him, although you may try

Then he’ll sell off your soul to the highest bid

and then lick his lips at the good work he did

 

 

THE WHITE DEATH comes at any time

You slip away without reason or rhyme

An angel comes and takes your hand

and leads you to the Promised Land

 

In Heaven you’ll gain your wings and fly

Forget the things that made you die

You’ll think nice thoughts of fellow man

and wonder how it all began

 

No war, no crime, the perfect place

To spend your days and find solace

But spare a thought for those poor souls

Who Nick the devil still controls

 

For those who stoke the fires of hell

For all eternity must dwell

A right from wrong they soon will learn

But even so they’ll scorch and burn

ã2005 Evad Repooc