me of the Devil was lost
this name was RYE..."

Satiated by hunger, rattling the bones
Useless offspring of the mindless slaves
Choosing the monks' clatter instead of festivity
Enshrouded they bury themselves
Yearning for impending end...
Yearning for resurrection by the lord's grace

Inertia brought forth both famine and pest
While they thirst in vain for the end of the world.

Leprosy and plague... These eternal brothers
They marched together grinding the bones
Flagellants... Inquisition... Eerie gifts of (the) inflamed mind
Burning in the flame of holy ergotism...
Trials of cats, trials of cows and trials of pigs...

...And so the first death fires started to burn
Priest calling larvas, bugs and worms -
The harmful creatures who devastate
gardens and fields for trial...

Where the smell of bread once soared
Now they eat the creeping filth
Using the worms and clay as the food
The cadaverous stench jollified the minds

The limbs, burnt to a coal by Pestilentia Ignaria
Insignificant death for feeble slaves, masters and plebs

By trembling rags, swarming with stumps in the mud
Feasting upon the tombless bodies,
Flesh of the mothers, children and consorts
Not dead, nor living can't be comprehended now...

"Every healthy person, especially the young ones
must wash themselves as rare as possible"
That was the warning of St. Benedict
And some persons took to heart this advice
So they never washed themselves during all the life...


"Massebegravelser"

The plight of the lower
and most of the middle classes
was even more pitiful to behold.
Most of them remained in their houses,
either through poverty
or in hopes of safety,
and fell sick by thousands.

...and fell sick by thousands...

Since they received no care and attention,
almost all of them died.
Many ended their lives in the streets
both at night and during the day;
and many others who died in their houses
were only known to be dead
because the neighbors smelled their decaying flesh.

Dead bodies filled every corner.
Most of them were treated
in the same manner by the survivors.
These are fortunate to have coffins.

Most victims were interred in mass graves
concerned to get rid of their rotting bodies
than moved by charity towards the dead.
With the aid of porters, if they could get them,
they carried the bodies out of the houses
and laid them swollen and festering at the door;

where every morning quantities
of the dead might be seen.

Such was the multitude of corpses
brought to the churches every day
and almost every hour that there was not enough
consecrated ground to give them burial,
especially since they wanted to bury
each person in the family grave,
according to the old custom.

Although the graveyards were full
they were forced to dig huge trenches,
where they buried the bodies by hundreds.
Here they stowed them away
like bales in the hold of a ship
and covered them with a little earth,
until the whole trench was full.


"Un Drapeau Noir sur L'église" (Instrumental)


"IV Millas al Dias"

(This) disease was so powerful
that it spread from the ill to the healthy
like fire among dry
or oily materials.

It was so bad that it could be
communicated not only through speaking
or associating with the sick,
or anything else they had touched.

The pestilence spread so efficiently that,
not only did it pass from person to person,
but if an animal touched the belongings
of some sick or dead person

Such experiences or others like
them gave birth to a variety of fears
and misconceptions among the living,
and the cruel strategy (they pursued) was to avoid

even flee the sick and their belongings.

They thought that by doing so
they could stay healthy themselves.

"There were some who thought moderate living and the avoidance of excess had a great deal to do with
avoiding illness, so they lived apart from others in small groups. They congregated and shut themselves
up in houses where no one had been sick, partaking moderately of the best food and the finest wine,
avoiding excess in other ways as well, trying their best not speak of or hear any news about the death
and illness outside, occupying themselves with music and whatever other pleasures they had available."

This tribulation struck with fear
in the hearts of men and women
that one brother abandoned another,
uncles left nephews,
sisters left brothers,
often wives left their husbands,
and fathers and mothers left their children,
as if they were not even theirs.

Nor were these dead honored with tears,
lights or compassions.
Sunk to the level that people
were disposed of much
as we would now
now dispose of a dead goat.

Thus it became clear that what
the wise had never learned to suffer
with patience when, in the natural course of things,
it struck less dramatically and less often,
became a matter of indifference even
to the simple thanks to sheer scale of this misfortune.


"Vind I De Tomma Ögonhålor"

Death reap the souls, tears apart the joints,
Breaking the bones, exudes with cheep of rats.
Death turns to madness, human’s loss their mind
And burn their dwellings, all hopes to stop the plague die...

The opened wide chops of countless common graves
Are ready to be the abode of scattered bodies
As the all-devouring flame of Black Fever
Exhausts the juices of life, turning all to endless void...

Marauders are march into the fire
And plunder everything what they can take away with them
Corpses, half dead, decomposed cattle,
Swarm of insects, monks, who copulate in the mud -
the fruit of mental decline

Some of the death-marked formerly were healthy.
They were able to go outside but there they met with death
Humans walk, crawl and drop dead
All the deceased can't be received by the graveyards
Their bodies are burnt away or simply abandoned on the roads

Rivers are infested with the dead fish
Dead water cannot be warmed by the sun
It will never be
Never be life-giving
Hail, snow and ashes that filled the air
Enshroud the cities and states with the mist of fever

Yersinia Pesis never dies,
It lies dormant for ages and ages, it waits
There will be a day when Plague will awake the rats
And send them to perish in the streets of joyful towns...


"Ghosts of Melcombe Regis" (Instrumental)