Smell of grief impends above the cursed soil
That was revered by self-appointed men of God
Buzzing flies and omnipresent lice
Swarmed the piles of half-eaten remains
Crackling of a bonfire
Ergot in the rye
Black horns of death hidden in sprouts of life
Draws one's last breath faster than hunger does
Acquaint me with your world
I know there is no fraud
Ergot in the rye ripens into
Saint Anthony's fire burns my spirit and my body
Never felt so enormous
Visions in my mind feed on rising stream of
Ergot in the rye ripens into
Saint Anthony's fire burns my spirit and my body
Blurred look stops at fuzzy silhouette
Start to sweat and feel an approaching threat
Bosch's pictures return to life
Hell-spawned chimaeras begin to feast and thrive
Take control of a weak and wasted mind
Reveal an old dust-covered place inside
Choose your way to overthrow the views
Rewrite a rite of dance, make it convulse
Something in my mind is growing
Capturing my feelings and my breath
Ergot in the rye is blowing
Bringing closer the day of redeeming death
I know you are going to reign over my life till it’s done
