Letras: Isis. Grinning Mouths.

Magistrates dream of Plague
Tongues loll in anticipation
You are awake in their darker Visions
Drool slips from grinning Mouths


The Plagued is forced on us all
Is it there? Are They there?
Shouts of Fact abound
But Whispers of Thruth burn through



Is it there? Are They there?