And Plague Flowers the Kaleidoscope

Kings of our emptiness, the flagellants align
 (Ware to walk the painted)
 Their mouths fill with questions, blessed they are by God's tokens
 (The painted path)
 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)
 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
 (And plague colours)
 Flowering cold grey tombs
 With crumbling walls, I feel
 (A masterpiece of pain)
 Our truth is laid bare
 (The portrait of what we are)