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(ahhhh) A shadow falls across the street
The heavy march of weary feet
No fire burns inside the grate
We only watch, we only wait
(ohhh) The plague has come to claim the town
To wash the high and mighty down
No lock can keep the specter out
We share our silent,
final doubt
The doors are marked in chalk and clay
We turn our desperate eyes away
No herbal charm, no silver ring
Can halt the cold,
arriving king
We sweep the ash,
we count the cost
To name the ones already lost (ahhh)
The plague has come to claim the town
To wash the high and mighty down
No lock can keep the specter out
We share our silent,
final doubt
Only the wind... Only the dust... (shhh)