Vilebranches

Weird and flying before the flowers
We see comely tomb stones in the vapors
Beware! The night is born
Sinister and musty among the mud
I command sexy rubes on the earth
Atone! The bastard continues
Sinful and colorful beside the virgin
I command red elves behind the mist
Crazy! The vision is dying
scared hopeful 
not understanding 
no way out 
Down what streets 
the foreigner 
forget to go home 
talking to himself