and plague flowers the kaleidoscope
ne obliviscaris
their mouths fill with questions
blessed they are by god's tokens
walking the painted path through our plague fields
ware to walk the painted path
through the plague fields
disfigured upon white horses
with goya's claws and dore's wings
down golden locks to red crosses
crowned children screaming from funeral shrouds
our beautiful filth dances and plague flowers
why our wall to reason fall
their mouths fill with ashes and death's tongue
flowering cold grey tombs
the portrait of what we are