She wears the sign of the reaper.
Typhoid runs in her blood.
Her hands touch you so gently.
A toxic touch and a virus you´ll get.

Typhoid Mary.
Bringer of disease. Good riddance of the weak.
Typhoid Mary.
Everyone´s deceased. Angel of disease.
Typhoid Mary.
Bringer of disease. Typhoid Mary feeds on the weak.

I stare into the eyes of a soulless divine.
I stare into the eyes of a soulless divine.

She wears the sign of the reaper.
She is a child of the night.
Her only goal is harvesting souls.
Poisoned blood, her grip on your throat.

Typhoid Mary.
Bringer of disease. Good riddance of the weak.
Typhoid Mary.
Everyone´s deceased. Angel of disease.
Typhoid Mary.
Bringer of disease. Typhoid Mary feeds on the weak.

I stare into the eyes of a soulless divine.
I stare into the eyes of a soulless divine.
I stare into the eyes of Typhoid Mary.
I stare into the eyes of the dead...