The countess was laughing 

She looked out the plague from her throne 

By the gate in the darkness 

The crowd was screaming in pain 

Cursed of sickness by starving 

People dying slow 

They are burning their bodies, the victims 

The plague got in hold 



The plague is getting in its hold 

There is no way to escape 

The old man conquered her throne 

So it's been told 



A new day was rising 

The unknown came riding along 

An old man with power and strength 

To conquer the throne 

In shelter of darkness 

The people were standing strong 

By their leader the old man 

They are hunting the countess down