On a cart strange guests arrived to a house
The stroll of the three is hunched, miserable
Each of them is wearing their darkest, heads hidden
After the sunset the first one of the three reveals his head and brings the fear
The horror came to dreams, the pain to chest
The spasm and the blains took under the ground
At the dark the travellers leave a cold cottage
From yard to yard, from house to house the ailments are strolling
To the nighttime the guests are fading, without an escort
At midnight the middlemost wanderer shows his face and brings the chill
A nightmare brings the horror
An ague (brings) the chill of the worst kind
A plague (brings) a desruction, a funeral
At the wee hours the last one of the guests takes off his hood and brings the death
Without an invite the guests got inside a cabin
Brought the destruction as they arrived, took the life as they left