Song parody of
Scythe's Blade
by Hedera
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Harvest moon is rising
Wandering, westbound
The caravan trails through the desert sand
We bring spices and medicine
Repelling the darkness in Europe
Entailing remedy
Relieving the pain, soothing your souls
But they don't see the rats
Carriers of fleas, disease
Tiny bringers of my
Darkest offerings
Proliferating thousand fold
Indwelling chests and sacks
Breeding
A pitch black future
Dark old world
Living in past forever
I can't salvage
All of you
I have cured
Lazars all around the world
This time it seems
We are the disease
Those black spotted bodies only mean one thing
Death coming, reaping thoroughly again
Those black spotted bodies only mean one thing
Healer, you bear
Death coming, reaping thoroughly again
My malicious gift
Run, but it's too late
Yersinia, beauty in darkest gleam
Bringer of redemption
Try to flee you fools
But you are filled
Not only with fear
But you disperse me yourself
Bulges popping
Matter flowing
Putrid smell
As my godsend
Your masks and whips
Won't change your fate
I have cured
Lazars all around the world
This time it seems
We are the disease
Entailing remedy
Relieving the pain, soothing your souls
Harvest moon is rising
Wandering, westbound
The caravan trails through the desert sand
We bring spices and medicine
Repelling the darkness in Europe
Entailing remedy
Relieving the pain, soothing your souls
But they don't see the rats
Carriers of fleas, disease
Tiny bringers of my
Darkest offerings
Proliferating thousand fold
Indwelling chests and sacks
Breeding
A pitch black future
Dark old world
Living in past forever
I can't salvage
All of you
I have cured
Lazars all around the world
This time it seems
We are the disease
Those black spotted bodies only mean one thing
Death coming, reaping thoroughly again
Those black spotted bodies only mean one thing
Healer, you bear
Death coming, reaping thoroughly again
My malicious gift
Run, but it's too late
Yersinia, beauty in darkest gleam
Bringer of redemption
Try to flee you fools
But you are filled
Not only with fear
But you disperse me yourself
Bulges popping
Matter flowing
Putrid smell
As my godsend
Your masks and whips
Won't change your fate
I have cured
Lazars all around the world
This time it seems
We are the disease
Entailing remedy
Relieving the pain, soothing your souls
