Lyrics
The black plague bells are heralding, but the scourge is everywhere
as the prince of darkness sets aloose his wicked bag of tricks
Bring out your dead, upon our bodily flesh and other earthly manifestations
Flee the rat s bubonic flea, the souls of london town are ripe for taking Hell, raging pox and pestilence are dripping with the blood
And in misty eyes a cure cannot be seen, upon our bodily flesh and other earthly manifestations Hell, through the black slits of his eyes
This plague and the impending conflagrations are signs from god, england weeps in her despair
As the final time began, upon our bodily flesh and other earthly manifestations Hell, flee the rat s bubonic flea
Ring-a-ring o roses, bring out your dead
But the scourge is everywhere, try to beat the flames down
and damn us with the flies
This plague and the impending conflagrations are signs from god, he brought the flames to make his stand
We all fall down, as the prince of darkness sets aloose his wicked bag of tricks
And it s thirst cannot be quenched, england weeps in her despair
But the scourge is everywhere, read the last rites
but the scourge is everywhere
And it s thirst cannot be quenched, the black plague bells are heralding, from the depths of his disguise
Read the last rites, england weeps in her despair
in the hellish heat of his retreat
and london s burning to the ground
Ring-a-ring the children sing, ring-a-ring the children sing And, and in misty eyes a cure cannot be seen
The worst is yet to come, read the last rites, london s burning to the ground
London s burning to the ground, the black plague bells are heralding
to raze away the english capital
To atone for the sins of the world, flee the rat s bubonic flea
England weeps in her despair, to raze away the english capital, but the heat is too intense
The devil did a spy, flee the rat s bubonic flea
the worst is yet to come
the black plague bells are heralding
Roses blister on his skin, roses blister on his skin
and thirteen times the baker shook his hand
will the evil lord unleash his masterplan
raging pox and pestilence are dripping with the blood
he brought the flames to make his stand
Shall inflict punishment, to atone for the sins of the world
And thirteen times the baker shook his hand, no nobility s no sanctuary, raging pox and pestilence are dripping with the blood
and drags the ones he misses down
London s burning to the ground, will the evil lord unleash his masterplan, no nobility s no sanctuary
We all fall down, to atone for the sins of the world
Shall inflict punishment, england weeps in her despair, and in misty eyes a cure cannot be seen
Through the black slits of his eyes, england weeps in her despair
smites the ones he bites
Blessed be the people is a mockery, the souls of london town are ripe for taking And, withered posies crumbling in his hand
Fill him full of lies, flee the rat s bubonic flea