History of a Nursery Rhyme

Duration

3:19

Genres

Metal

Lyrics

14th century bells start ringing the children outside come in with eyes of a familiar sight Stretch of the corpse Turn of the wheels brought through this town once thriving Sing the song of the plagued starting with the kids stuff your pockets with these flowers clinging at my breath, Cut my veins and call the doctor. Rotting blackened life ripping at my feet and fingers it must be in the air. I can feel it as it lingers. Epidemic, Epidemic. Someone please call the medic. Epidemic, Epidemic, So will you please spare my living Epidemic, Epidemic. Someone please call the medic. Epidemic, Epidemic, So will you please spare my living starting with the kids stuff your pockets with these flowers clinging at my breath, Cut my veins and call the doctor. Rotting blackened life ripping at my feet and fingers it must be in the air. I can feel it as it lingers. These coats and masks the birds Are in, prove that we can survive Their sticks and glares will save us and all will drain in time And so we cry Bring out your dead (Bring out your dead) Bring out your dead (Bring out your dead) Bring out your dead (Bring out your dead) Bring out your dead (Bring out your dead)