"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."
"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the cold distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.(The) rain falls slower
Blood drips cold
Compendium of terror
Never to be told
Death has senses
Which burn and enlight
Clawing at the darkness
Unprepared for the sight
Rain
Liquid isolation
Eyes frozen closed
Blindness breeds deception
Feel fire walk your toes
Reign
Watch yousrelf get buried
Then your soul is torn away...