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For these tales you have been told

leave your heart in pounding fast

for the room is getting cold

lone with demons from the past

Fog is rising slow surrounds

Thy own hall once filled with lyght

"Who's the flautist I had found?"

Hark now, stare  at that grey sight.

(M & T: Ale)

I turn my pale face on the crowd

Is watching me a still life not a man

A carillion to stress my dance

The stillness the holy trance

To celebrate the mourning day

That's my my last one

Tragedy

Cerulean skies keep haunting me

From I began

Rain could cover me but not remove

Not remove from my deep stand

Can't bent my still hands

Welcome to my show I give today

I just play the script for all

Nails of the cross creep in my arms

While my mask is coming down

Glass eyes they struck you down

  You wonder "Is it me the clown?"

  The dices thrown forevermore

  But when this masquerade will end



  Smiles and laughs I hear no more

  A tear which dries out on a shore

  Thy blood will give life to this robe

The final act is on the stand

A shade of grey arises

Slow motions you don't see chase the tide

For the hour's getting late

To me and human fate

  You wonder "Is it me the clown?"

  The dices thrown forevermore

  But when this masquerade will end

  Smiles and laughs I hear no more

  A tear which dries out on a shore

  Thy blood will give life to this robe

(solo: Forme)