Lyrics

Slaves, marionettes, puppets, rejoice 
For today, you were given a voice 
Sight to see, a soul for a choice 
Where one hand creates, the other destroys 

The carnival begins 
Henceforth, 'tis who dares, wins 
Dashing divine figures cleaved from their shins 
Make scarlet rain fall and wash away sins 
Faceless serpents shed their skins 
Bearing a crown, to bestow upon their prince 

The one that held the sky 
Resigns himself to die 
The end is nigh, 
The prophets cry 

The waters boiled, 
Saints' efforts foiled 
Though they toiled, 
Their bodies spoiled 

'ere now it weighs upon the eye, 
On the shattered ground their battered corpses lie 

Existence, unraveled and unfurled 
Gnarled hands greet the new world 
The Ouroboros sneers, choking on its fears 
The Cycle may start again, Destruction met with cheers 

Repetitivity, a rope that tightens like a noose 
Struggling to achieve a goal, much like Sisyphus 
Ah, the sweet monotony, viewed from above 
Bastard sons ending each other, out of love 

Damned into complacence 
Condemned to rot forever 
Cursed with impotence 
A state of being soon to be dissevered… 
Bring forth the end...