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Traveling from the other side of sea

Merchants in expectation of trading

Healthy men who wont see the dawn, spreading it through the harbor.

Black crows everywhere, sign of death and misery.

Carrying aromatic herbs they covered the smell of rot

More than a thousand man laying on the streets

Knocking on the door of the poor and nobles

Crawling aimslessly, agonizing in affliction

Watching you die in my arms without breathing

The curse is upon us, bringing death, bringing death to this land

Run throught the woods, dont give up until your last breath

I would give my life for you, seek the resumption

Last words of a hopeless one, taken by the disease.

The birth of a disaster, vanquished by this plague, it spreads through my body, lying in deep pain

Take me away, my body exhausted and my eyes are closing, while I give up on my dreams

An incense of pestilence penetrates my lungs in a gesture of mercy, feeling my mind in silence.

A father, holding his dead son in his arms, has lost his faith, but still looking for a grave so that his son can rest in peace.

This was the black death.