Extract the abnormalities
From this harlequin body
Pull the strings and watch me scream
Do not pull my seams
It hurt's when you leave

And everything I am
Is falling out of me

I always say grace
Just before I kick your face in
It's poetic justice
Don't you think?

That the hunter is the coward
Is hunted by the brave
Isn't it ironic
Don't you think?

The razorblade
Of shining immortality
Flying high
Known as wailing wind
I was and I am still

The threads are broken
Everything's fading
A rondo of madness
Shaming degrading

A rondo of madness
Shaming degrading

And I am free now
To take control
Of your life
And I am free now
To take control
Arise

My child
Embrace the shadows in the dark
Take my hand pull yourself apart

Warm the puppetmaster's heart

I always say grace
Just before I kick your face in
It's poetic justice
Don't you think?

That the hunter is the coward
Is hunted by the brave
Isn't it ironic
Don't you think?

The razorblade
Of shining immortality
Flying high
Known as wailing wind
I was and I am still

There's no escape it's too late
Fall on your knees and obey

Let's escape the master's wrath
It can't be far to reach the light
She made up her mind
And left to find
A way to breathe on her own

But she found
Imprisonment between her loins
And in her own heart
In her own soul

Shadows on the wall
She is not alone anymore
He has come
He is here

On your knees
Hands are tied
Spread for me
Now you'll bleed
Justice be done

Scream in pain
Face the truth
Bleed for me
You know you want to

Punishment divine

You dreamt of freedom
And blue skies
Illusions of a lost mind

Know the beast you are

Judged and doomed to be
A servant of her own dirty needs
The cell is cold and small
And there she is left alone

Judged and doomed to be
A servant of her own dirty needs

La Misère,
Pouvez-vous m'accorder cette danse?
Pour le meilleur et pour le pire?
Jusque ce que la mort nous sépare.
Quintessence.

Nuit bien aimée des rêves d'ivoires.

En dansant a travers
(An echo of infinity)
Du silence enflammé.

La Misère,
Pouvez-vous m'accorder cette danse?
Sous une pluie de feuilles pourpres?
Jusque ce que la mort nous sépare.
Quintessence.