Black Death

from It's About Time by Huge Umbrella

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Iursinea pestis
Buboes on my penis
Dei oni potentis
Bone fide fuck this shit

Oriental rat fleas
Black rats biting my testes
Unum deca peste
Diem goes uncarpe’d

Requiem of plague
All of us are diseased
Lorem ipsum dolor
Now all of us are deceased

(coughing)

Physicking beholdings had stagnated whence the olds of middle were reached, which is now
The King of Frankenland had blemished the heavens, and the stacking of three wanderers in the year 1345 bemaking great pestilence in the air
We bestow this knowledge unto the bearers of the unwellness in hope that it ails their shit
The defilement spreads throughout the land, with no mark of slowing
(We’re fucked lads!)

Death, black death, black death, black death!
Black death, black death, black death, black death!
(screaming)

Pestilence, here I come
I infect your groin and bum
You will be out of time
Once your lymph nodes have become mine

There is sewage in the street
Let the blood out of your feet
Just ignore your spleen and lungs
I’ll spread to your daughters and sons

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from It's About Time, released December 21, 2021

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