Pesta

From where she came
No one could tell
The greatest evil of its time
Medieval curse
From the depth of hell
That covered all in deathly grime

First she swept the cities
Inexorable
Her name was written in the sky
Then she reached the realms
Of the forlorn lands
And there you saw Pesta... fly...

In the pompous halls
And the beggars' lairs
She crept upward the stairs
From the mighty fjords
To the desolate shores
In the northern sky
Pesta... fly!

With rake and broom she traveled
All corners she would clean
Ov'r sea and river and in the forests deep
Her sanguinary shape was seen

She rode the night sky
On icy winds of death
And all was covered soon
By her putrid breath
Reaching the outer homes of all deserted plains
Leaving them all
In their plague-ridden pain

In the pompous halls
And the beggars' lairs
She crept upward the stairs
From the mighty fjords
To the desolate shores
In the northern sky
Pesta... fly!