Not a single trace, everything is gone,
the circus has disappeared.
Cool morning air, the dawn will come soon,
the end of a night so weird.
Walking purposeless, watching horrified,
the bodies left all around.
With the rotting smell of blood, your last hope dies,
insane, you fall to the ground.
As you're lying there
a voice is singing to you,
a growl as from deep inside the earth.
For centuries, your lost souls have been our feast,
we leave your remains to bird and to beast.
But in the black emptiness of space so cold,
we'll wait patiently till we're older than old.
And when finally the stars are right once again,
we'll come back to rule you with torture and pain.
Burning, destroying and with a violent gust,
all that remains are ashes and dust.
Again before your eyes, the gypsies are dancing,
a bloody face in the rising sun.
You stumble to your feet, and without looking back,
you're screaming in fear as you run.
As you're running away,
a voice is singing to you,
a growl as from deep inside your head.
For centuries, your lost souls have been our feast,
we leave your remains to bird and to beast.
But in the black emptiness of space so cold,
we'll wait patiently till we're older than old.
And when finally the stars are right once again,
we'll come back to rule you with torture and pain.
Burning, destroying and with a violent gust,
all that remains are ashes and dust.