Black Sabbath - Bubonic Plague ("Black Death") (AI New Song)

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Black Sabbath style music created with AI, created with artificial intelligence, metal music, heavy metal, Ronnie James Dio, created with Udio,
música no estilo Black Sabbath criada com AI, criada com inteligência artificial, metal music, heavy metal, criada com udio,
Música estilo Black Sabbath creada con IA, creada con inteligencia artificial, música metal, heavy metal, Ronnie James Dio, creada con Udio

Lyrics:
In the land where the sun bleeds dry,
A silent hymn begins to cry
The elders chant in tongues unknown,
Their eyes like glass, their seeds unsown

Bubonic plague, it cloaks the land,
The reaper moves with scythe in hand!
Black Death, no soul is spared,
The dance of death leaves none prepared!

The monks chant dirges, their voices frayed,
The Mass for the dead, eternally prayed

Oh, Bubonic plague,
Ah, The reaper moves with scythe in hand!
Oh, Black Death,
The reaper moves... no soul is spared,
the bells cry and death is around

The bells of mourning wail through the night,
Rats bring doom, a silent blight
The king seeks answers, yet fears the scourge,
While the sick pound hard on the chapel’s doors

A plague ship drifts on a windless sea,
Its crew mere phantoms, lost and free
Oh, the doctors falter, their masks in vain,
Oh, each cure they promise falls in disdain
The bells cry and death is around...

In the land where the Black Death roams,
The church bells toll and seal their tomes
Fields once ripe now rot in the soil,
The reek of death taints every toil.

Buboes swell, fever burns like fire,
The pyres rise, smoke climbing higher

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