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Roses blister on his skinFill him full of lies, withered posies crumbling in his handDestroy the lucky amulet, and damn us with the flies, read the last rites"Blessed be the people" is a mockery, from clergy which approves the kiss of deathRing-a-ring the children sing, the black plague bells are heraldingThe funeral pyre, for beggar, priest and kingNo, no, no - nobility's no sanctuaryFlee, flee, flee - the rat's bubonic fleaBut the sourge is everywhere, England weeps in her despairAnd in misty eyes a cure cannot be seenRaging pox and pestilence are dripping with bloodThe slavery black dog roams everywhereSmite the one he bites, and drags the ones he misses down, the worst is yet to comeAs 1665 turns into 1666, a dread lead to none before grips every manAs the prince of darkness sets aloose his wicked bag of tricks"This plague and the impending conflagrations are signs from GodAnd thus we, the flagellants, shall inflict punishmentUpon our bodily flesh and other earthly manifestationsTo atone for the sins of the world"Satan has sent out a plot as cruel as it was grand,To raze away the English capitalAs the final began, he brought the flames to make his standSongtexteAnd thirteen times the baker shook his handIn the hellish heat of his retreat, the devil did a spyThe souls of London town were ripe for takingFrom the depth of his disguise, through the black slits of his eyesThe fallen angel watched the city dieFire, fire, fire - is burning London townTry, try, try - to beat flames downBut the heat is too intense, and its thirst cannot be quenchedAnd London's burning to the groundRing-a-ring o'roses, a pocket full o'posies,A-tishoo! A-tishoo! - we all fall down Aus Songtexte Mania