I can think of a thousand ways to kill you   But none so cruel   As keeping you alive      Ghastly horrific grandeur   Symphonic decadence   Violent strings   Distorted tunes on crippled wings      So you og 'round and around   To this, such a frightful overture   A carusel of insanity   And the clowns of the show are us      Spread the great plague   And death reeking with splendour   Rattle your puppet limbs   To the orchestra's song      A masquerade ball   To which you have been summoned   A gathering of the demented      The clowns of the show are us   The mad conductors   Of the horror grandeur   You have gor the resemblance of a pig, Young man   And you shall have peace   The prospect of death   And the hope of hell   The comedy is over