Маэстро смерть

Let there be room. Today, I can not sleep
Flap, chime, platform and step
Empty Mirror - my killer
Come on, Jester, carnival today

And sculpts the light pensive mask
Under the striking of the clock, similar to the final
But this is only the beginning, on a fairy tale
Come on, Jester, carnival today

Let your hands beats the perfect audience
I laugh to myself that funny
And the pain in his hands, tied on a string
I ditch myself, I Jester. Well, where is my throne?

Oh, this mask, which became marasmus
On the sticky web of pentagrams
I was saved, I was almost bound
Hey, Jester, stop - this is your cup

Yes, fear is no longer want to be subject
Yes, the blood still sticks to love
I ditch the throat to be sung
Hey, Jester, your health! Throw cover!

What silence: frozen sounds
And showered with arrows hours
On the stage of dying - over cups
Yes, today Jester drink and fall asleep

And the whisper of the audience: "He really wants
To be able to, as we have today to die ... "
That's a joke ... Gods Hall laughs
That's Jester! Well, the devil!
Maestro-Death!