They have killed the great sun jester Who danced between the stars They have stripped him of his manhood Signs of Venus and of Mars The cynics left him
One must be remiss when their prospects of bliss Will abandon all reason to blend with decay A banquet of fools in the lunatic season The cards that
infant years They flee into eternal woods Only the jester turns around One last time Now I recognise my sad companion Who kept me company Countless times The Jester
laugh at me if it's fun And I don't know St. Peter but I know he believes There's a place in heaven for Jesters, Dreamers & Thieves
Hold your horses Steady now Cos we're floating precariously And therefore, furthermore premisely on tectonic plates And everything we stand on And everything
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
Towards the rich archaic heavens; towards the lack diorama you are the artist and the texture that plays with the mantle of the Earth When the bleakest
of 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
To slit the grinning wounds from childhood's seven moons the palette stained with the ejaculated passions (of forbidden, hedonistic colors...) Strike
to defend my actions. The foundation crumbles and I have to leave. Thanks for everything - I couldn't ask for more... I say I love you all... as I vanish through the Jester
[Stromblad] Cre-age-aeon new beginning held in infinite vacuum Biotronic test-world free of inscription devoid of the echoes of man noble savage cyborg
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
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
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
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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,
chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why? As you grow up and leave the playground Where you kissed your prince and found your frog Remember the jester
