In Flames - The Jester Race Lyrics
Rush faster on the one-way lanethe answers so silentRusty gods in their machine-mind armoursgrind our souls in the millstone of timethe "deathbed harvest" is a dead man's banquetof mold ridden bread and black, poisoned wineAnd we go...our step so silentAnd we go...our blooded tracethe Jester RaceCalling our to the gathered massestheir answers so silentAnd we go...Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf agethat speak of silence and silence aloneOffering the tokens, the reliced idolsto the heirs of the newly raped groundinferior even to the transparent windslesser in the motion and soundAnd we go...There is no trace of mein their altered blueprints of lifeGala impaled on their horns and lancesthe fumes from her body give chaseas the strong of blind men savour the scent,dream-dead from Prosaic and hate-epilogue-"Sunwind strokes the ElectroHeart,ignition roars through the corridors,stream launching the binary vessels"Vanities in extreme formationsride into tomorrow's rigid great faceThe Machinery outlives the futile scriptsof our dying jester race
