Plague Doctor

Song from the new album.

Misinformed, the doctor knows,

The parents won't expect,

The child is not really ill,

Yet he will still dissect,

 

For his jollies children bleed,

He poisons them to show,

Signs of pestilence and plague,

To any length he'll go,

 

Every day a new life dies,

To satisfy his lust,

Blood drips from his pointy mask,

And mingles with the dust.

 

Evil lives and breathes in him,

The village plague doctor.

 

Once upon an evening cold,

He finished off his game,

He looked upon his poison's mark,

This one was not the same,

 

The bubo's blood had covered him,

Head to toe and tongue,

Four days left to go before,

It liquefies his lung,

 

A pious man the creep became,

Spent his days in prayer,

The Black Death's Angel came to him,

Smote him then and there.

 

Dead and gone he is no more,

The village plague doctor...

Reviews

[Bethany Woody]

This piece reminds me of stories about Poveglia Island in Northern Italy. It's a small island that has been used as a quaretine station for victims of the Black Death, and housed mentally ill patients.
There are several legends about the island but the one this piece brought to mind the most is of a mental health doctor who worked in a hospital built on Poveglia. It is said that he tortured and butchered his patients before going "mad" and jumping to his death from a bell tower. When treating patients the doctor would wear a white mask that covered half of his face. It had a very long beak shaped cone protruding from the front, where he would stuff different herbs in an attempt to keep the stench of death at bay.
It is also noted that upwards of 160,000 people died on this island.

I just thought it was interesting that your piece brought this all to mind. I look forward to hearing this one played live some day.

[Klaus SheX]

Rock Song??? Its really good.