ORENDA - The Plague

The Plague Black plague is raging across the land Black plague a malicious sickness Taking countless lives Erasing too many souls Nothing left untouched And nobody was missed Deathly coldness comes from the breath From her eyes a bursting Fire extinguished everything Black plague descended from above Black plague -- evil fortune On a black horse she rode Carrying scythe in her hand She opened the deathly gates And waved a funeral shroud On a black horse she rode And there was no need of turning back She killed human souls and had no mercy Blood was gushing from the pale faces Slaughtering with her scythe all over Slaying people one by one