dead man's banquet of mould ridden bread and black, poisoned wine And we go..our steps so silent And we go..our blooded trace; The Jester Race Calling
: I lie in your soother arms, lord Hypnos your garmet alive with your song I lie in your soother arms, lord Hypnos Steep the spiral to your far abode
is the color of my death as the winter-guise I swoop towards teh ground Green is the landscape of my sorrowfilled passing We are In Flames, towards the
: Tried of dull ages, I walk the same ground, collecting the tragedies still Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind carried my cross to the hill And how
I bid you welcome to my world They call me existence You have just entered through the gate to your journey towards eternity This part I control In the
the power-myth that failed Neanderthal hunger for the flesh of war so frail So weak, so hollow-minded the primat flock responds the jester race submits
the Black-Ash Inheritance, the semen feed of gods and masters The worms still in me, still a part of me, racing out from leaking rooms, swoop from broken
Tried of dull ages, I walk the same ground, collecting the tragedies still Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind carried my cross to the hill And how I
Stood there leaning to the city moon, casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms the black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque in the serpentine
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I lie in your soother arms, lord Hypnos your garmet alive with your song I lie in your soother arms, lord Hypnos Steep the spiral to your far abode,