עומקים

The time has not given the hint of dismissing

Yet their childhood was dying away

Under the moon there was no silver spoon

They worked hard for the childish delusion of grant

Let's dance with the damned, they will sing along

The day, did not give the warning away

But Mother Nature sends eleven ravens

And one to stay

Howling at moon, the wolf had crawled

Yet no one of them, had known

The now delusion Childs lost in there illusion

Trapped in a better world of their own

Dancing in dreams, flying on a string

Unaware of the realty, witches

Captures them along

The jester has been left in his box

No more tricks, no more lucks

As the poisoned Childs are putting on their masks

We miss the time that we were frightened only from the pox

The time has not given the hint of dismissing

Yet their childhood was dying away

Under the moon there was no silver spoon

They worked hard for the childish delusion of grant

Let's dance with the damned, they will sing along

After by will, in their minds there king of the hill

Slowly their madness was tired away

There blindfolded slipped away

As there body turn to dust

They told each other" reality was much ill then us"

Let's dance with the damned, they will sing along

As their ghost crossed the night way

They took the jester

For a last game to play

And finally they died

In the sun you could only hear their cries

Yet the demon runs away