Lyrics
[Instrumental Intro]
[Percussion Break]
[Trumpets Solo]
[Dramatic Drums] [Cinematic Drums] [Drum Solo] [Snare Drum]
(Verse 1)
In the shadows of the night, he roams the streets alone,
With a beak mask on his face, and a heart that's turned to stone.
His eyes are cold as winter, his hands are icy chill,
He pokes the sick and dying, his presence brings a thrill.
Verse 2)
His cloak is dark and flowing, his steps are silent, swift,
A healer or a reaper, his motives start to drift.
The streets are filled with whispers, of shadows dark and deep,
As he pokes the ailing bodies, in a city lost in sleep.
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Piano]
[A Minor]
(Chorus)
Plague doctor, plague doctor, wandering through the night,
Poking the sick and weary, a haunting, ghostly sight.
Plague doctor, plague doctor, beneath the moon's pale light,
With every touch he lingers, spreading fear and blight.
[Build up - Snare Drums]
[Follow up - War Drums]
[Backing - Brass Instruments]
(Bridge)
In the flicker of the lantern, his shadow stretches tall,
A figure in the darkness, answering the sickened call.
Is he bringing hope or doom? No one really knows,
As he pokes the fevered bodies, through the streets he goes.
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Piano]
[A Minor]
(Chorus)
Plague doctor, plague doctor, wandering through the night,
Poking the sick and weary, a haunting, ghostly sight.
Plague doctor, plague doctor, beneath the moon's pale light,
With every touch he lingers, spreading fear and blight.
(Outro)
When the dawn is breaking, and the mist begins to clear,
The plague doctor vanishes, leaving trails of fear.
In the hearts of those who see him, a chill that never dies,
For the plague doctor’s poking, lives in haunted eyes.
[Instrumental Outro]
