| Comedy Of Gods |
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Void of dementia
Clarity, illusion
Illusion
Smiling faces
Murderous gazes
The stylish savoir-faire
Of a pompous assassin
In minds that rot away, in pacing decay
Sin, delightful and warm, wine of the damned soul
Wandering in stupor
Smiling faces
Murderous gazes
The stylish savoir-faire
Of a pompous assassin
In minds that rot away, in pacing decay
Walls, cold and unforgiving, drink my blood
Mockingly, mockingly
Solitude's arms stretch far indeed
In strangling embrace
Like petals of nothingness...
The tragedy of the lovesick
In passionate distance
A comedy of gods
Blinded by arrogance
Singing of fire and flesh
They take us in their arms
The tragedy of the lovesick
In passionate distance
Singing of fire and flesh
They take us in their arms
A comedy of gods
Blinded by arrogance
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