Pesta Approaches

From where she came
No one could tell
The greatest evil of its time

Medival 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 forlon 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

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 pompus halls
And the beggars liars
She crept upward all stairs

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