Rush faster on the one way lane
The answers so silent
Rusty Gods in their machine minds armors
Grind our souls in the millstone of time
The deathbed harvest is dead man's banquet
Of mold ridden bread and black poisoned wine
And we go and we go
And we go and we go
Our steps so silent
And we go and we go
And we go and we go
Our blooded trace
The jester race
Calling out to the gathered masses
Their answers silent
Their answers silent
And we go and we go
And we go and we go
Our steps so silent
And we go and we go
And we go and we go
Our blooded trace
The jester race
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 motion and sound
And we go and we go
And we go and we go
Our steps so silent
And we go and we go
And we go and we go
Our blooded trace
The jester race
There is no trace of me
In their altered blueprint's of life
Gaia impaled on their horns and lances
To fumes from her body give case
As the throng of blind mind savor the scent
Dream dead from prosaic and hate
Sunwind strokes the electro heart
Ignition roars through the corridors
Stream launching the binary vessels
Vanities in extreme formations
Ride into tomorrow's rigid futile
Scripts of our dying jester race
Of our dying jester race
Embracing the tools of the neo wolf age
That speak of silence and silence alone
There is no trace of me
In their altered blueprint's of life
Embracing the tools of the neo wolf age
That speak of silence and silence alone
There is no trace of me
In their altered blueprint's of life
Aaa