"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