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Stone cold the fallen slaves crawl out the grave

Come from the town, come from outside, see the show

Calling you in the circle of fire

Under the curtain, under the curse of the night

Rain the silver on the Damned

Wishing for money as it is the thing that will set them free!

Circus of the Dead showing the way ahead

End of the living world, drown, deep in despair anywhere

Playing out and laugh, this life is just a gaffe

Only death and time will smile

Reaper hunting down for the lone

For the souls, for the lost

For the tearful cries

You have to be afraid of the Master of the clowns

Leading the parade, ruling the Opera House!

Whisper prays and hopes to the mentor with the scythe

Rain the silver on the Damned

Wishing for money as it is the thing that will set them free!

Circus of the Dead showing the way ahead

End of the living world, drown, deep in despair anywhere

Playing out and laugh, this life is just a gaffe

Only death and time will smile

No time to turning back bearing the weight of sin

Falling down in the gray cold grave

Feeling this is the way we die