From where she came Noone 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!