Sujet: The Ballad of Black Death Mer 14 Déc - 22:53
Very old tavern "Under Blue Star" Dirty as sewer, smelling of piss. Welcomed many, and many could With drinks forget they have to live.
A single time, from far away There came a pilgrim, who had his eyes Black and deep, dark as a well Cane shivered is his skinny hand
Daj Deri Dol Daj Dori Del Even when hiding, you won't escape. Daj Deri Dol Daj Dori Del
Have a soup, pious pilgrim Said a good owner and then turned white The dark eyes are empty sockets From cheeks cadaver slime falls.
The crowd has shouted: Death at town doors! Banish her, banish, go away! And few people kicks out a pilgrim A few squires point swords at him
Daj Deri Dol Daj Dori Del Even when hiding, you won't escape. Daj Dori Del
Grabs equally Townsfolk and knights, peasants and priests.
Raising from mud, his skinny hand He raised upon, and like he stood Silent curse he cast at town All of people begged him to stop
This very evening church bells have rang In every house their cries have raised When this Lady starts walking through town In pain shall you cough and crawl
Daj Deri Dol Daj Dori Del Even when hiding, you won't escape. Daj Dori Del
Grabs equally Townsfolk and knights, peasants and priests.
On Her right side, angel is rising Crying silently, and from left Satan. With flowing robes and gloomy face She burns out lives, swimming through world.
Those who died, toss them on wagons! Burn buffalo horns and hair! Put scarf in vinegar and wrap your mouths! Maybe you'll be saved from the Black Death!
Daj Deri Dol Daj Dori Del Even when hiding, you won't escape. Daj Dori Del
Grabs equally Townsfolk and knights, peasants and priests.
The Ballad of Black Death
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