Lyrics The Black Plague - The Animals , Eric Burdon
Ohohohohoh
(Gregorian
chants)
The
bell
tolls
The
black
plague
has
struck
Diseased
eyes
roll
upwards
As
if
knowing
which
direction
their
souls
will
travel
(Bring
out
your
dead)
A
woman
in
black
cries
As
the
deathly
procession
passes
by
And
monks
moan
en
masse
Ohohohohohoh
(Gregorian
chants)
The
yet
clean
peasant
pounds
upon
the
castle
door
For
it
is
safer
inside
the
walls
Their
knocking
pounds
a
dull
tone
across
the
quiet,
deserted
courtyard
The
bodies
of
unfortuates
bloat
in
the
hot
sun
outside
the
castle
walls
And
ones
ignorant
of
all
facts
plunder
the
diseased
corpses
for
remaining
riches.
(Bring
out
your
dead)
And
the
bell
tolls
on
A
man
walks
around
the
castle
walls
on
the
outside
The
light
from
his
lamp
dancing
shadows
as
he
moves
He
tends
the
sick
Gives
comfort
to
all
he
can
for
dying
woman
and
crying
man
But
he
feels
it
most
for
the
children
(Unclean)
Tears
glisten
on
his
cheek
Did
man
ever
deserve
this
death?
And
not
all
will
die,
just
the
poor
For
the
rich
are
inside
the
castle
walls
And
he
knows
he
could
be
with
them
And
they
laugh
at
this
fool
of
a
man
Through
the
stone
fortress
windows
And
the
bell
tolls
on
(Unclean)
And
many
deaths
and
many
days
later
Many
tears
have
been
cry
cried
but
in
vain
For
tears
can
never
erase
the
pain
of
death
Only
time
has
that
talent
His
hands
are
now
blistered
but
this
man
walks
on
The
only
element
of
sanity
that
the
people
look
to
him
for
answers
and
he
answers
all
And
the
bell
tolls
on
inside
the
castle
wall
(Bring
out
your
dead)
The
dead
are
now
buried
and
the
plague
is
at
its
end
Life
for
the
people
flowers
again
They
breathe
fresh
air
like
they
did
once
before
And
there
is
not
a
sound
from
beyond
the
castle
walls
The
bell
has
stopped
And
only
silence
is
heard
And
the
peasants
outside
wonder
what
happened
within
In
their
bones
they
feel
something
is
wrong
The
bell
has
been
silent
much
too
long
For
many
days
not
one
soul
has
stirred
from
the
stone
fortress
where
the
rich
people
live
No
one
came
and
no
one
went
Fear
can
do
many
strange
things
And
even
though
water
ran
low
Their
mouths
burnt
and
bellys
caked
dry
Not
one
person
put
a
foot
outside
No
one
had
that
much
courage
For
they
feared
the
peasants
and
their
world
outside
So
they
played
it
safe
and
didn't
move
But
one
by
one
they
perished
and
died
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