מילים לשיר King's Of The Carnival Creation – Dimmu Borgir

Incarnated marvels simplefied, effects from such a disconsalate kind
Impotence of the once so perfect living, erase and rewind Stand rigid for the next battle, peace means reloading your guns
The love for life is all hatred in disguise, a carnival creation with masks undone In search for the guideliness to the gateways of sin
Through mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind
Sophistication as cruelty and perfection as virulent truth
Confidently dawned, to pick the best of enemies
An abyss womb strech wide open, exposed to retaliate (With the stigma feasting on your flesh as I wish you well, thorns from the fountains of faith licking lepered skin
Worshipped by anyone's mass on your planet hell, what on earth possessed you Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues
Devoured by doubt, conducting arts of misconception
Testimonial suffiency declaring numbess of all perceptions Glance into the blackness hidden beneath your surface
And enjoy the suffering, sanity drained in disrespect
With such bedevilled faith in good, subsequently trusting evil
Next step for mankind will be the last seasons in sin Left are the kings of the carnival creation, carrying out of the echoes of the fallen Sense the withering eternity as it fades away, the ultimate graceskess voyage of all times
Only death will be guarding your angels, silently
Cripples joining arms in clamour, institionalized for the rebirth, the herd will be hunted.