Kings Of The Carnival Creation - Dimmu Borgir

Incarnated marvels simplefied, effects from such a disconsalate kind

Impotence of the once so perfect living, erase and rewind

Stand rigid for the next battle, peace means reloading your guns

The love for life is all hatred in disguise, a carnival creation with masks undone

In search for the guideliness to the gateways of sin

Through mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind

Sophistication as cruelty and perfection as virulent truth

Confidently dawned, to pick the best of enemies

An abyss womb strech wide open, exposed to retaliate

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With the stigma feasting on your flesh as I wish you well, thorns from the fountains of faith licking lepered skin

Worshipped by anyone's mass on your planet hell, what on earth possessed you

Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues

Devoured by doubt, conducting arts of misconception

Testimonial suffiency declaring numbess of all perceptions

Glance into the blackness hidden beneath your surface

And enjoy the suffering, sanity drained in disrespect

With such bedevilled faith in good, subsequently trusting evil

Next step for mankind will be the last seasons in sin

Left are the kings of the carnival creation, carrying out of the echoes of the fallen

Sense the withering eternity as it fades away, the ultimate graceskess voyage of all times

Only death will be guarding your angels, silently

Cripples joining arms in clamour, institionalized for the rebirth, the herd will be hunted