In Flames - The Jester Race

Rush faster on the one-way lane the answers so silent Rusty gods in their machine-mind armours grind our souls in the millstone of time the “deathbed harvest“ is a dead man’s banquet of mold ridden bread and black, poisoned wine Here we step so silent Here we blooded trace the Jester Race Calling our to the gathered masses their answers so silent Here we go... Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age that speak of silence and silence alone Offering the tokens, the reliced idols to the heirs of the newly raped ground inferior even to the transparent winds lesser in the motion and sound Here we go... There is no trace of me in their altered blueprints of life Gaia impaled on their horns and lances the fumes from her body give chase as the strong of blind men savour the scent, dream-dead from Prozac and hate -epilogue- “Sunwind strokes the ElectroHeart, ignition roars through the corridors, stream launching the binary vessels“