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The Sick, The Dying...And The Dead - Megadeth

 The Sick, The Dying...And The Dead

Megadeth


Lyrics:

Bring Out Your Dead...

 

Invaders came on phantom ships

Sailed the Black Sea West to Sicily, yeah, yeah

The sick, the dying, and the dead

All that was left from this cursed disease, yeah, yeah

 

It was the fleas onboard that bit infected

Rats got blood inside of the fleas, yeah, yeah

Soon the ghost ships tied up to the docks

The path of the plague was complete, yeah, yeah

 

The sweet smell of rosies, a pocketful of posies

You can't mask the fragrance of death in their beds

There's typhus in the air, and ashes everywhere

Amongst the sick, the dying, and the dead

 

Feral creatures feasting on the dead

Devour rancid human meat, yeah, yeah

Death and sickness permeate their bones

Rich or poor, they're dragged through the streets, yeah, yeah

 

Open up your eyes, so you can see

All the sick, the dying, and the dead

 

Die, die, die!

 

The sick, the dying... And the dead

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Letra:

Trae a tus muertos...

 

Los invasores llegaron en barcos fantasmas

Navegaron por el Mar Negro hacia el oeste hasta Sicilia, sí, sí

Los enfermos, los moribundos y los muertos

Todo lo que quedó de esta enfermedad maldita, sí, sí

 

Fueron las pulgas a bordo con sus picaduras infecciosas.

Las ratas tienen sangre procedente de las pulgas, sí, sí

Pronto los barcos fantasmas estuvieron amarrados a los muelles

El camino de la plaga estaba completo, sí, sí

 

El dulce olor de las rosas, un bolsillo lleno de ramilletes

No puedes enmascarar la fragancia de la muerte en sus camas.

Hay tifus en el aire, y cenizas por doquier

Entre los enfermos, los moribundos y los muertos

 

Criaturas salvajes dándose un festín con los muertos

Devora carne humana rancia, sí, sí

La muerte y la enfermedad impregnan sus huesos

Ricos o pobres, son arrastrados por las calles, sí, sí

 

Abre tus ojos, para que puedas ver a

Todos los enfermos, los moribundos y los muertos.

 

¡Muere muere muere!

 

Los enfermos, los moribundos... Y los muertos


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