A Burial at Ornans
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 damned 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