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The Jester Race

This song is by In Flames and appears on the album The Jester Race (1996).

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 steps so silent
And we go...our blooded trace
The Jester Race

Calling out to the gathered masses
Their answers so silent

And 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

And we go...

There is no trace of me
In their altered blueprints of life

Gala 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 Prosaic and hate

Sunwind strokes the ElectroHeart,
Ignition roars through the corridors,
Stream launching the binary vessels


Vanities in extreme formations
Ride into tomorrow's rigid great face
The Machinery outlives the futile scripts
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 blueprints of life

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