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Left are the kings of the carnival creations
For we are the ones who're carrying out the echoes of the fallen
Incarnated marvels simplified
Effects from such a disconsolate kind
Impotence of the once-so-perfect living
Erase and rewind
Stand rigid for the next battle
Peace means reloading your guns
The love for life is all hatred in disguise
A carnival creation with masks undone
In search for the guidelines to the gateways of sin
Through mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind
Sophistication as cruelty and perfection, as virulent truth
Confidently dawned to pick the best of enemies
An abyss womb stretched wide open, exposed to retaliate
Come on
With the stigma feasting upon your flesh as I wish you well
Thorns from the fountains of faith licking lepered skin
Worshipped by anyone's mass on your planet hell
What on earth possessed you?
Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues
Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai, ai, ai
Let me hear you
Devoured by doubt
Conducting arts of misconception
Testimonial sufficiency
Declaring numbness of all perceptions
Schola Cantorum
Glance into the blackness hidden beneath your surface
And enjoy the suffering, sanity drained in disrespect
With such bedevilled faith in good, subsequently trusting evil
Next step for mankind will be the last seasons in sin
Now the lead guitar
With the stigma feasting upon your flesh as I wish you well
Thorns from the fountains of faith licking lepered skin
Worshipped by anyone's mass on planet hell
What on earth possessed you?
Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues
Left are the kings of the carnival creation
Carrying out the echoes of the fallen
Sense the withering eternity as it fades away
The ultimate graceless voyage of all times
Only death will be guarding your angels, silently
Cripples joining arms in clamour
Institutionalized for the rebirth
The herd will be hunted
Danke schon
Thank you so much
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