Crimson Clown Killer

The moon coughs up pale light onto the faces of sleeping dolls,
Under the fingernails is the dust of forgotten arenas and others' prayers.
I tear the silence like old embroidered fabric,
My makeup is a frozen scream fallen into the mud.
Watch as reality cracks under my boots,
I am the architect of bones, dancing on the edge of the abyss.


Gears creak inside a hollow ribcage,
Oil flows instead of tears down the cheeks.
Crimson silk chokes in my fingers,
The show begins... right now!

Припев
Crimson Clown, the reaper of forgotten dreams!
In his eyes — a fire of a hundred arks!
Crimson Clown Killer — breaks the rhythm of hearts,
In this circus dust, you will meet your end!
Beat the drums made of dried skin!
Scream if you can!


The streetlights have choked on their own bile,
I carve smiles onto the shutters of closed houses.
No tricks — only surgical precision,
My shadow is longer than human memory.
I rub gunpowder into the folds of my scarlet caftan,
And every step I take is a hymn to great decay.

Припев
Crimson Clown, the reaper of forgotten dreams!
In his eyes — a fire of a hundred arks!
Crimson Clown Killer — breaks the rhythm of hearts,
In this circus dust, you will meet your end!
Beat the drums made of dried skin!
Scream if you can!



(One) You see the mask.
(Two) You hear the laughter.
(Three) You feel the steel.
(Four) You sink into eternity!

Припев
Crimson Clown, the reaper of forgotten dreams!
In his eyes — a fire of a hundred arks!
Crimson Clown Killer — breaks the rhythm of hearts,
In this circus dust, you will meet your end!
Beat the drums made of dried skin!
Scream if you can!


The curtain falls like a guillotine.
Sleep peacefully in my crimson bag...
Crimson... Crimson... Kill...