A Dirge

King of jesters, king of clowns the tears of blood you shed at dawn will fill the sea when dusk is done the curtains rise - your kingdom comes

Dance jester dance Play clown play Laugh joker laugh We do not have the time for your tears we cannot pay heed to your sorrows you must drive from us all our fears till the dawn of a new age tomorrow
The Wild Hunt is high in the northern sky and horrors unamed roam the mountains and hills All good spirits have waved a final goodbye and chimes of ill-omen sing a dirge in our dreams Dance jester,dance Play clown, play Laugh joker, laugh We do not care a bit for your tears we cannot give thought to all of life's sorrows Come, give us a song... and the sound of a lute, Let us dance through the gallows loose our joy, swift as arrows 'till hearts fill with glee and our laughter rolls free BUY us a place in the world of tomorrow!
King of jesters, Slave of crowns your blood is let, your song is done the curtain sets, your audience - gone and sweat, has swept, the lines you've drawn to make your mask and face as one
Weep! king. weep... Bleed! scoundrel, bleed... Die! jester, die- For with your laughter and joy, with your body and soul you have opened the door to world past life's sorrows Now, that door must be shut, for our Wise men decree "There's no place for mere fools in the world of tomorrow"
...And lo the magic fades away and only shadows now portray a jest, the sort that Satan lays as make-up-eyes still, twords us gaze...