Black Death - Nocturnal Rites

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