I distribute misery
So come closer
To me my child
Go take a lottery ticket
I believe
That it will be
The blackest one
Yes, the blackest one

Solo: ambro¿y

The bed's already made
So let your body
Rest on
The broken glass
But let not
Your

Blindness
The maze I used to fly above
Is laughing at me now
Another blind alley
The father I go the more I bleed
Pain
Takes me to places I thought I knew

I'm not of their world
But I'm entangled in what they do

I've drunk from the well of torment
And

Let the play begin
Tonight gods will star
Let the play begin
Tonight gods will die
Your eyes will see
Your bodies which won't be yours
Your ears will hear
Your voices which won't be yours

Listen to the bell
It's time to go
Listen to the bell
It's tim

Being in progress
No one s able to leave
Without permission
Separation
It always comes on time
No one s allowed to decide

The complex nature
Of the universe
A conceal order
In the dark of night
Chaos and madness
Too close to be seen
T

Words infertile women
Shedding their sorrows
In the darkness
They have no importance at all
When you stick to one place
The sleep too deep
To be disturbed by some
Ridiculous puffs
Do not be deaf
To the call of your dream

Take a seat and be a sp

Have look at the bodies
Unnaturally bent
Or perhaps naturally
The bodies speak
They spit words out
Some live but most of them
Find their end
Before they are meaningful

They don t know
They are one

Have a look at the bodies
They devote th

Deep down in the dungeon
Rats are my only friends
Those whom I used to laugh with
Are peeking through the keyhole
I recognize the brown eyes
Memories are lurking
In the darkest corner
Ready to attack me

The tortures in white
With pincers in their hands
A

Put me into this ebony coffin
There is no need to comb my hair
Just wash my face with hot water
Bring some roses I like their smell

Please draw the courtain
It's getting dark
I don't want my "friends"
To see me here
Turn the music on
Let it silently fill

Show me the one who let the jester
Into your hearts
May his hands be cut off
And let him bleed to death
Invite me please to the great opening
Of your minds
I ll bring my own poison
And throw you a handful
I m very grateful for giving me the possibility

I summon thee
From the heavenly halls
I summon thee
From the depths of hell
The present voice of
Those of spirit and flesh
Sound feeble
Is dying

This life s
Being consumed
Rotting wings
All around
This place of hate
And madness <

A wooden man asked me
If I had some gold
I gave him two coins
He drew me a smile

A wooden woman asked me
If I had some gold
I gave her two coins
She drew a smile

Then the wooden people
Went back to their village
They bought a dagger
And a silver ch