Mion's Hill Plague Doctor
In a dark time, at the turn of the century
A virulent disease, gnawing with fury
Ravaging both king and servant alike
Miasmic shivers, the pestilence strikes
Noxious stench of atmospheric pollution
The Black plague, wreaking devolution
Emanating from rotten organic matter
Through rodents the pandemic scatter
Calling upon the Beak
To amputate and decapitate the weak
Lust grew and delusion gripped
He turned to the untouched, slayed without restrict
Waves of death
Beware
By the Plague Doctor also the healthy succumbed
Hallucinogens in the beak, his mind is numbed
Entering the beyond, a flowing perception
A promiscuous slaughter in a mask of deception
Calling upon the Beak
To amputate and decapitate the weak
Lust grew and delusion gripped
Turned to the untouched, slaying without restrict
Tormenting waves of death
Beware the Plague doctor
