Narrenschyff

Who are you, servants,
Why are you here?
What is this divine displeasure?

Disobeyed disaster, is why you're all dismayed,
(Tertium datum est)
For arrogance toward god,
For scorning eternal joy.
For speaking against god,
For the end of power.
For envy and hate,
For star-gazing.
For blasphemy,
For the joy of the specter.

The foolish mask you wear on,
The ringing bells upon your head.
Concealed tantrum and bitterness,
To withstand his own complete perfections.

(Ha ha ha...!)

They who speak, do not know (Ha ha ha...!)
They who speak, do not know! (Ha ha ha...!)
They who know, do not speak! (Ha ha ha...!) Alas!

Go forwards, legions of faith,
Have us prostrated.
Ascend the throne of your own dissonance,
Manifestation of enlightenment with eyes wide closed.
Beware! The stone you used to build of,
Turned... to dust...!

Forwards, legions of faith,
Have us prostrated.
Ascend the throne of your own dissonance,
Manifestation of enlightenment with eyes wide closed.
Beware! The stone you used to build of,
Turned... to dust...!

The foolish mask you wear on,
The ringing bells upon your head.
Concealed tantrum and bitterness,
To withstand his own complete perfections.

Attach the ropes to your knees and neck,
A marionette, a dumb show.
And if you feel more,
Don't tell anymore (Anymore...).

...Narragonia...