IN FLAMES THE JESTER RACE LYRICS LYRICS
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the answers so silent
Rusty gods in their machine-minds armours
grind our souls in the millstone of time
the deathbed harvest 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 out to the gathered masses;
their answers so silent
their answers so silent
And we go..our steps so silent
And we go..our blooded trace;
The Jester Race
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 motion and sound
And we go..our steps so silent
And we go..our blooded trace;
The Jester Race
There is no trace of me
in their altered blueprints of life
Gaia impaled on their horns and lances
to fumes from her body give case
as the strong of the 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
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Lyrics
the answers so silent
Rusty gods in their machine-minds armours
grind our souls in the millstone of time
the deathbed harvest 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 out to the gathered masses;
their answers so silent
their answers so silent
And we go..our steps so silent
And we go..our blooded trace;
The Jester Race
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 motion and sound
And we go..our steps so silent
And we go..our blooded trace;
The Jester Race
There is no trace of me
in their altered blueprints of life
Gaia impaled on their horns and lances
to fumes from her body give case
as the strong of the 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