Pestilence
Well sometimes I can see
the land as it was
help was there
we had clean air
and birds flew up above
well the pestilence destroyed all that
draining us of love
shattering our lives
poisoning our clothes
now the land is arid
useless for a plus
nothing grows
nothing sows
the bases [?] are for us
disease has ruined all our hopes
to be able to survive
withered souls wander on
witches they just die
why'd this have to happen?
why could it stay?
when ? and all his hopes blow it all away
cannot help us
let us go
guide us to the light
faster
faster
faster
?
let me ? you say ?
Law [?]