A hazy silhouette in the fog, my way is like a coiling snake
This listless white-and-black board game is no more
Another stalemate
Laugh, joker, and I’ll juggle as you wish
We’ll 37564 the whole audience
Now ring the starting bell
We’re gonna paint this circus a crimson red
Dance like a thespian, as if you’re a clown
Wave your baton in the dark night
Ah, grim reaper, carve this epitaph
Let’s put on a show for this main finale
CIRCUS IN THE DARK
A deadly mistake
A numbing bad end
Once more the canvas is clouded and monochrome
A broken paintbrush
Sing, jester
There’s been no color since then
Everyone in sight will be massacred
A gate opens in the fog
With this scythe, I’ll reap everything in my own way
And I’ll juggle nevertheless
We’ll decorate this world with our heaps of lies
It’s checkmate when the fog clears away
And your head goes rolling with a swing of my scythe
“Show Must Go On,” now, dance
Come now, thespian; as if you’re a clown
Wave your baton in the dark night
Ah, grim reaper, carve this epitaph
Let’s put on a show for this main finale
CIRCUS IN THE DARK
GRIM REAPER IN THE DARK
CIRCUS IN THE DARK