The Dead Moon Circus

What is that tingling inside of your stomach,
That little noise that makes you feel strange?
The thought of excitement that's coming and going
To proof your existence, to claim your revenge?
 
When in the midst of a very dark alley
Or in the edge of a shabby old street
Anticipating your saddest finale,
Don't run away, it is useless to flee.

We are the guards of the infinite beauty
That's hidden inside of the gloom of the night.
We're secretly present, and our first duty
Is to dismantle your soul's inner light.

You are our prey and fate's rumination,
The best recent choice of its tightening palm.
Just welcome inside the compelling sensation,
And savor the taste of our treacherous balm.

The Dead moon circus is here,
And we are about to steal...
So give us your soul and your fear
Abandon all hope, and come closer...

Give up! Your luckiest ace
Is now screwing its face;
It laughs at your scattered grace:
The jester took hold of the poser!

What is that flicker inside dream's delusions,
That little spark that makes you feel free,
The fascinations of whimsical fusions
That doubts your existence, but lightens a spree?

When in the midst of a very dark alley
Or in the edge of a shabby old street
Anticipating your saddest finale,
Don't run away, it is useless to fleet.

We are the guards of the infinite fire
That's hidden inside of the gloom of your soul.
We're visibly missing, but here to inspire
Your fabulous glory and your ultimate fall.

We'll make you repay all your tiniest duties,
The most little sins you've ever produced.
Look closely inside the hideous beauties
Of our night show we're about to induce!

The Dead moon circus is here,
And we are about to steal...
Your dreams once so preciously dear
Are going to fade. So step forward

To give us your luckiest ace.
Stop screwing ugly your face -
The fate has pointed its mace,
And we have to reward it.

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And so rises the moon
To spread its magical bloom.
It hails a night with its rune,
And opens the gates to the doom.

The prettiest one's ever seen
Will welcome your hearts with a wince
Our dark and beautiful queen
Is eager to find her lost prince.

The beams of her mirror's reflection
So bleak and so full of perfection.
The dreams that were lost and unpowered
Will strengthen our queen's darkened powers.

And so will emerge on the surface
The Moon of the Mournful Dead circus...


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