Text for song:
A prophet saw the fields run red
In belief of nightmares and happenstance
Crawling from the later
The rats come in swarms...
Pestilence, seduction, plague and death.
7. The Swarming Of The Locusts
The dissected presented
On a cold, steel table
A Kübler-Ross model?
Aesthetic lover
Already decayed.
The devil's workshop makes us a stranger.