And Plague Flowers The Kaleidoscope

(альбом: Portal Of I - 2012)

Kings of our emptiness, the flagellants align
Their mouths fill with questions, blessed they are by God's tokens

Ware to walk the painted, the painted path
Walking the painted path through our plague fields

Ware to walk the painted path
Through the Plague fields

Kings of this carousel, disfigured upon white horses
With Goya's claws and Dore's wings
Down golden locks to red crosses
Crowned children screaming from funeral shrouds
To rapid eye movement, heart-strings undone
Our beautiful filth dances and plague flowers

Why our wall to reason fall, only human

Kings of our emptiness, the flagellants align
Their mouths fill with ashes and death's tongue

The dappled dying
Flowering cold grey tombs
With crumbling walls, I feel
Our truth is laid bare

And plague colours
A masterpiece of pain
The portrait of what we are