Fields of bones along his way
your clinking skeletons array
to follow the red man that you pray
Seeds that died for long and grey
and that he had shed on Thursday
like a cyan lightening digging the clay
form the new soldiers who’ll stay
to help their fuzzy lord and prey
all the men who avoided to gray
Blood of folk under his shay
your design lining up this way
will follow the red feet that you pray
J.-S. Desnanot
René Herpé Marche Cathare
BΑCCHOPITHÈQVE 