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!