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