Botrytis cinerea ("botrytis" from Ancient Greek botrys (βότρυς) meaning "grapes" plus the Neolatin suffix -itis for disease) is a necrotrophic fungus that affects many plant species, although its most notable hosts may be wine grapes. In viticulture, it is commonly known as botrytis bunch rot; in horticulture, it is usually called grey mould or gray mold.
The fungus gives rise to two different kinds of infections on grapes. The first, grey rot, is the result of consistently wet or humid conditions, and typically results in the loss of the affected bunches. The second, noble rot, occurs when drier conditions follow wetter, and can result in distinctive sweet dessert wines, such as Sauternes or the Aszú of Tokaji/Grasă de Cotnari. The species name Botrytis cinerea is derived from the Latin for "grapes like ashes"; although poetic, the "grapes" refers to the bunching of the fungal spores on their conidiophores, and "ashes" just refers to the greyish colour of the spores en masse. The fungus is usually referred to by its anamorph (asexual form) name, because the sexual phase is rarely observed. The teleomorph (sexual form) is an ascomycete, Botryotinia fuckeliana, also known as Botryotinia cinerea (see taxonomy box).
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Devastation in the gardens
A virgin beast betrayed cries out in need
What have you done to my existence?
Where evolution now evolves from greed
When the moon above the jungle
Wipes the final tear from heaven's eyes
Who will save the children? The children cry
(92 days of rain) falling down on me
There will be
(92 days of rain) driving us to our knees
(Wash away the hunger)
Baby won't you heel our souls
(God looks back in anger at the roads we've chose)
O, I will always believe in the light
Sun's gonna shine
I know it will one day, I know
From the bible like Noah before us
Where today march all the prophet's men?
Selfish my compassion
All my reasons, all my ambivalence
Tell me why I turn my face
For shelter by the easy shore?
Tell my why all this crying I ignore?
(92 days of rain) falling down on me
There will be
(92 days of rain) driving us to our knees
(Wash away the hunger)
Baby won't you heal our souls
God looks back in anger at the roads we've chose
(92 days of rain) falling down on me