Paroles:
In Flames The Jester Race

of white and gray is haunted, is haunted White as the down of a flaking snow The heroic emblems of life Yea We are in flames Towards the dead archaic

the corridors Stream launching the binary vessels Vanities in extreme formations Ride into tomorrow's rigid futile Scripts of our dying jester race Of our dying jester race

of the power myth that failed Neanderthal hunger for the flesh of war so frail So weak, so hollow minded The primal flock responds The jester race submits

I lie in your soothing arms, Lord Hypnos Your garment alive with your song (Yes, I lie in your soothing arms, Lord Hypnos) Steep the spiral to your far

Of the black ash inheritance, the semen feed of Gods and masters The worms still in me, still a part of me, racing out from leaking rooms Swoop from

Traduction: In Flames. La course Jester.

: 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

the Black-Ash Inheritance, the semen feed of gods and masters The worms still in me, still a part of me, racing out from leaking rooms, swoop from broken

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