Black Death Phonk

(Verse 1)
Miasma in the midnight air,
Flagellants march in deep despair,
Yersinia pestis rides the breeze,
Through towns that fall upon their knees.

(Chorus)
From the Great Famine to the Little Ice Age,
The world grew colder, hearts filled with rage,
Bubonic, Pneumonic, Septicaemic cries,
Echo through Europe’s darkened skies.

(Verse 2)
Scapegoating shadows, blame misplaced,
Fear and sorrow intertwined and faced,
Labour shortage, fields left bare,
Dreams of harvest lost in prayer.

(Bridge)
The Church once mighty, now lost its power,
Faith fell silent in the plague’s dark hour,
Yet from the ashes, change took root,
A world reborn in worn-out boots.

(Outro)
So whisper the names of those long gone,
Through plague and frost, life carried on,
Miasma fades, but lessons stay,
In every breath of yesterday.

Pop Song with a sad and desperate tone, words must be sang clearly.