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The Jester Race - Lyrics by In Flames


Lyrics
Rush faster on the one-way lane
The answers so silent
Rusty gods in their machine-mind armours
Grind our souls in the millstone of time
The "deathbed harvest" is a dead man's banquetof 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 agethat speak of a silence and silence alone
Offering the tokens, the reliced idols
To the heirs of the newly raped grounds
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
The fumes from her body give chase
As the throng of blind men savour the scent
Dream-dead from Prosaic and hate
Epilogue
Sunwind strokes the Electro
Heart
Ignition roars through the corridors
Stream launching the binary vessels
Vanities in extreme formations
Ride into tomorrow's rigid great face
The machinery outlives the futile scriptsof our dying jester race