Pesta Approaches

From where she came no one could tell
The greatest evil of its time
Medieval curse sent 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 upwards 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
Over 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 most deserted plain
Leaving them all in their plague-ridden pain.

In the pompous halls
And the beggars lairs
She crept upwards the stairs.

From the mighty fjords
To the desolate shores
In the northern sky
Pesta... Fly!

In the pompous halls she crept upwards the stairs
From the mighty fjords in the northern sky
Pesta... Fly!