The Jester Race - In Flames - The Jester Race (Playthrough)

The Jester Race - In Flames - The Jester Race

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 mould ridden bread and black, poisoned wine

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
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
Our steps so silent
And we go, and we go, 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 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
The Jester Race

There is no trace of me
In their altered blueprints of life

Gaia 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