In Flames: The Jester Race |
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Album:Jester Race
Title:The Jester Race
Rush faster on the one-way lane
the answers so silent
Rusty gods in their machine-minds armours
grind our souls in the millstone of time
the deathbed harvest is 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 our to the gathered masses;
their answers so silent
And we go..
Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age
that speak of silence and silence alone
Offering the tokens, the reliced idols
to the heirs of the newly raped ground
inferior even to the transparent winds
lesser in motion and sound
And we go..
There is no trace of me
in their altered blueprints of life
Gaia impaled on their horns and lances
to fumes from her body give case
as the throng of blind mind savour the scent,
dream-dead from prosaic and hate
Sunwind strokes the electroheart,
ignition roars through the corridors,
stream launching the binary vessels
Vanities in extreme formations
ride into tormorrow's rigid futile scripts
of our dying jester race
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