Мастер ненужных подвигов и пустых побед
Maestro Death
Let there be hall. Today I cannot sleep
A wave of wings, ringing, scaffold and step
The empty mirrors are my silent killers
Come on, ou fool, the carnaval is there.
And thoughtful mask is shaping light on stage there
Under thunder of clocks, so much like the finalle
But it is still begining, tale comes later
Come on, ou Jester, now is carnaval.
Let perfect watcher clap his hands in amasement
I laugh so hard that seem to have some fun
And pain in hands, tied to the threads to play me.
I tear myself, I'm jester, where's my crown?
Oh this mask turned into the vile demention
In sticky web of pentacles, alas.
I have been saved, I've nearly been tied up
Ou, Jester, stop- here is your glass
And fear is not a plotline any longer,
And stick together endless blood and love
But I tear my throat to be ever forgotten.
Hey, Jester, cheers! Throw covers down now!
There's such a silence: sounds are frozen solid
And clock hands strew down from the dial's deep
Death on the stage, raise cups, ou good lords
Yes, Jester drinks today and falls asleep.
And stage wisper: «He really is willing
To learn to die like us today... what waste»
Oh, such a joke... Gods, hall is down laughing
Oh demon Jester, go!
Maestro- Death!
Let there be hall. Today I cannot sleep
A wave of wings, ringing, scaffold and step
The empty mirrors are my silent killers
Come on, ou fool, the carnaval is there.
And thoughtful mask is shaping light on stage there
Under thunder of clocks, so much like the finalle
But it is still begining, tale comes later
Come on, ou Jester, now is carnaval.
Let perfect watcher clap his hands in amasement
I laugh so hard that seem to have some fun
And pain in hands, tied to the threads to play me.
I tear myself, I'm jester, where's my crown?
Oh this mask turned into the vile demention
In sticky web of pentacles, alas.
I have been saved, I've nearly been tied up
Ou, Jester, stop- here is your glass
And fear is not a plotline any longer,
And stick together endless blood and love
But I tear my throat to be ever forgotten.
Hey, Jester, cheers! Throw covers down now!
There's such a silence: sounds are frozen solid
And clock hands strew down from the dial's deep
Death on the stage, raise cups, ou good lords
Yes, Jester drinks today and falls asleep.
And stage wisper: «He really is willing
To learn to die like us today... what waste»
Oh, such a joke... Gods, hall is down laughing
Oh demon Jester, go!
Maestro- Death!