The Jester Race

The Jester Race -In Flames （焰乐队）

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 banquet

Of mold ridden bread and black poisoned wine

And we go our steps so silent

And we go our blooded trace

The Jester Race

Calling out to the gathered masses

Their answers so silent

Their answers so silent

And we go

And we go

And we go

And we go

Their answers so silent

And we go

And we go

And we go

And we go

Our blooded trace

Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age

That speak of silence and silence alone

Offering the tokens the reliced idols

To the heirs of the newly raped ground

Inferior even to the transparent winds

Lesser in the motion and sound

And we go

And we go

And we go

And we go our steps so silent

And we go

And we go

And we go

And we go our blooded trace

There is no trace of me

In their altered blueprints of life

Gala impaled on their horns and lances

The fumes from her body give chase

As the strong of blind men savour the scent

Dream-dead from Prosaic and hate

Sunwind strokes the ElectroHeart

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 scripts

Of our dying jester race

Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age

That speak of silence and silence alone

There is no trace of me

In their altered blueprints of life

Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age

That speak of silence and silence alone

There is no trace of me

In their altered blueprints of life