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DOCTOR SWINE

Strange times. Black wind howling angrily.
Christmas balls stained with blood

And I'm from you crazy, but so is no longer fashionable,
And at midnight, my flowers will wither in pain

Of course, we come to the spring,
But in a terrible mask with a beak

All the signs, all will understand, Doctor of the Plague is
Ominously and sullenly

Scary times - one has only to look away,
And the familiar city under the ashes wake

And those who tried to escape without trying the drug,
Plague Doctor would lead to the underworld

Of course, we come to the spring,
But in a terrible mask with a beak

All the signs, all will understand, Doctor of the Plague is
Ominously and sullenly

Old suitcase keeps the recipe:
Tin in glass and stick in hand
The Last Carnival big losses
Bloody sheets covered bed

Here's your water, and then his footsteps
Drink up to the bottom, just stand still and wait
Wait, when thou shalt crazy without sleep
Wait, when it comes ... your ... Spring

... All the signs, all will understand
Sinister and surly ...