Black Banshee

Skin and flesh to die,
Black and bone dry!
Gangrene fingers,
A stench that lingers...
Two to seven days!
Look upon death's gaze!
Your bodies, set ablaze!
Contamination you cannot escape,
Taking form a disfigured shape!

Filth littered the streets!
Forth the rodent fleet!

Out of the east it swept!
Attacking where we slept!
Docked on Sicilian port,
Behold destroyer escort!
Journey through black sea,
Caught the black banshee...
Oh forgive oh lord,
Taking down whole village horde...

Onslaught, reigned on
Death still, feeds upon!

Carry the flower to comfort the brain

Ruthless gods wrath,
Wicked crooked path!
Delusion and death,
Nothing to suppress!
It finds another host,
The reapers next ghost...
No knowledge to attain,
We all have the mark of Cain!

Filth littered the streets!
Forth the rodent fleet!
Onslaught, reigned on
death still, feeds upon
Carry the flower to comfort the brain,
We all have the mark... the mark of Cain.