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"Opening for a delirious Trickster"

Are opening the gates of the court of the disease

from the old tales is approaching the king of delusion

clap your hands all the living corpses

and scream in unison all the decrepit voices

cause the whole universe will fall into

the clutches of incoherence

Exalt the will of my illness

That noise from the graveyard of the gods

bring me back the silence after laughting

at the inverted consequence

Time to take a shit in the imperial throne

To make all the stars obey my prose

cause my words are venomous like snakes

blood on my face it's playing to be red

when i'm drunk in the house of mirrors

and that's how we steal those treasures

and change the forms of our nation

No one remember the name of the king

but here all of us... know the song to the dead