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