[Verse 1]
Behind the veil,
of destiny,
the path might turn in,
sudden twists of irony,
ight turns to day,
dark turns to light,
and to beginning,
on the other side of rite.
[Verse 2]
Wielder of steel,
tier of ropes,
the hooded slayer,
without shame and without hope,
sentenced to death,
but slipped away,
to live the role of,
a hangman at display.
[Chorus]
Come and see the play of wicked irony,
join the crowd of hunger
for the joy of the carnival of disgust.
[Verse 3]
Lonely he walks,
outcast of shame,
fearful and spat on,
yet respected for his name,
marked by the blade,
to be known at sight,
as a walking dead man,
for a crime that's black as night.
[Chorus]
Come and see the play of wicked irony,
join the crowd of hunger
for the joy of the carnival of disgust.
[Chorus]
Come and see the play of wicked irony,
join the crowd of hunger
for the joy of the carnival of disgust.