Rush faster on the one way lane

The answers so silent


Rusty Gods in their machine minds armors


Grind our souls in the millstone of time

The deathbed harvest is dead man's banquet


Of mold ridden bread and black poisoned wine




And we go and we go


And we go and we go


Our steps so silent

And we go and we go


And we go and we go


Our blooded trace

The jester race





Calling out to the gathered masses

Their answers silent


Their answers silent




And we go and we go


And we go and we go


Our steps so silent

And we go and we go


And we go and we go


Our blooded trace

The jester race





Embracing the tools of the neo wolf age

That speak of silence and silence alone


Offering the tokens the reliced idols


To the heirs of the newly raped ground

Inferior even to the transparent winds


Lesser in motion and sound




And we go and we go


And we go and we go


Our steps so silent

And we go and we go


And we go and we go

Our blooded trace


The jester race



There is no trace of me


In their altered blueprint's of life

Gaia impaled on their horns and lances


To fumes from her body give case

As the throng of blind mind savor the scent

Dream dead from prosaic and hate




Sunwind strokes the electro heart

Ignition roars through the corridors


Stream launching the binary vessels



Vanities in extreme formations


Ride into tomorrow's rigid futile

Scripts of our dying jester race

Of our dying jester race




Embracing the tools of the neo wolf age

That speak of silence and silence alone

There is no trace of me


In their altered blueprint's of life

Embracing the tools of the neo wolf age

That speak of silence and silence alone

There is no trace of me


In their altered blueprint's of life

Aaa