The Horror Grandeur — текст песни (Morgul)

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