<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=76512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Jester Race</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rush faster on the one-way lane<br>the answers so silent<br>Rusty gods in their machine-mind armours<br>grind our souls in the millstone of time<br>the "deathbed harvest" is a dead man's banquet<br>of mold ridden bread and black, poisoned wine<br>And we go...our step so silent<br>And we go...our blooded trace<br>the Jester Race<br>Calling our to the gathered masses <br>their answers so silent<br>And we go...<br>Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age<br>that speak of silence and silence alone<br>Offering the tokens, the reliced idols<br>to the heirs of the newly raped ground<br>inferior even to the transparent winds<br>lesser in the motion and sound<br>And we go...<br>There is no trace of me<br>in their altered blueprints of life<br>Gala impaled on their horns and lances<br>the fumes from her body give chase<br>as the strong of blind men savour the scent,<br>dream-dead from Prosaic and hate<br>-epilogue-<br>"Sunwind strokes the ElectroHeart,<br>ignition roars through the corridors,<br>stream launching the binary vessels"<br>Vanities in extreme formations<br>ride into tomorrow's rigid great face<br>The Machinery outlives the futile scripts<br>of our dying jester race</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by In Flames - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=76512" data-title="The Jester Race" data-description="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 And we go...our st..."></div> </div> </div>

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