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: 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
: 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 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
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
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
of white and gray is haunted, is haunted White as the down of a flaking snow The heroic emblems of life Yea We are in flames Towards the dead archaic
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the corridors Stream launching the binary vessels Vanities in extreme formations Ride into tomorrow's rigid futile Scripts of our dying jester race Of our dying jester race
Staring 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
of the power myth that failed Neanderthal hunger for the flesh of war so frail So weak, so hollow minded The primal flock responds The jester race submits
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 lust
I lie in your soothing arms, Lord Hypnos Your garment alive with your song (Yes, I lie in your soothing arms, Lord Hypnos) Steep the spiral to your far
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