You wander through the fields

Your sorrow as

I advocate the depression

Stumble into the hardened earth

And become engulfed by the seeds of plague

The sky submits to the colour purple

Descending from above

The holy ghost does their saviour seem holy

A black spectre is sent downwards instead

Lowered downwards into d**ned soil

Peasants mourn their own plagued death

The shephard of the unwanted valley

Turning black and purple

His spirit bows down

Dark waters streaming down a precipice

Among the sheep mists arises slowly

The land is burned by the beggars

Ornans a place of fear and disease

Burial no requiem shall take place

Eclipse of the sky as impurity casts

No requie no return

Peasants mourn their own plagued death