Lyrics Kings of the Carnival Creation - Dimmu Borgir
                                                Incarnated 
                                                marvels 
                                                simplified
 
                                    
                                
                                                Effects 
                                                from 
                                                such 
                                                    a 
                                                disconsolate 
                                                kind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Impotence 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                once 
                                                so 
                                                perfect 
                                                living
 
                                    
                                
                                                Erase 
                                                and 
                                                rewind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stand 
                                                rigid 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                next 
                                                battle
 
                                    
                                
                                                Peace 
                                                means 
                                                reloading 
                                                your 
                                                guns
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                love 
                                                for 
                                                life 
                                                is 
                                                all 
                                                hatred 
                                                in 
                                                disguise
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                carnival 
                                                creation 
                                                with 
                                                masks 
                                                undone
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                search 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                guidelines 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                gateways 
                                                of 
                                                sin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                mires 
                                                of 
                                                misanthropy 
                                                with 
                                                wrath 
                                                in 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sophistication 
                                                as 
                                                cruelty 
                                                and 
                                                perfection 
                                                as 
                                                virulent 
                                                truth
 
                                    
                                
                                                Confidently 
                                                dawned, 
                                                to 
                                                pick 
                                                the 
                                                best 
                                                of 
                                                enemies
 
                                    
                                
                                                An 
                                                abyss 
                                                womb 
                                                stretch 
                                                wide 
                                                open, 
                                                exposed 
                                                to 
                                                retaliate
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                stigma 
                                                feasting 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                flesh 
                                                as 
                                                    I 
                                                wish 
                                                you 
                                                well
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thorns 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                fountains 
                                                of 
                                                faith 
                                                licking 
                                                levered 
                                                skin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Worshiped 
                                                by 
                                                anyone's 
                                                mass 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                planet 
                                                hell
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                on 
                                                earth 
                                                possessed 
                                                you?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Consuming 
                                                illusions 
                                                made 
                                                from 
                                                hysteria 
                                                and 
                                                swallowed 
                                                tongues
 
                                    
                                
                                                Devoured 
                                                by 
                                                doubt, 
                                                conducting 
                                                arts 
                                                of 
                                                misconception
 
                                    
                                
                                                Testimonial 
                                                sufficiency, 
                                                declaring 
                                                numbers 
                                                of 
                                                all 
                                                perceptions
 
                                    
                                
                                                Glance 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                blackness 
                                                hidden 
                                                beneath 
                                                your 
                                                surface
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                enjoy 
                                                the 
                                                suffering, 
                                                sanity 
                                                drained 
                                                in 
                                                disrespect
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                such 
                                                bedeviled 
                                                faith 
                                                in 
                                                good, 
                                                subsequently 
                                                trusting 
                                                evil
 
                                    
                                
                                                Next 
                                                step 
                                                for 
                                                mankind 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                seasons 
                                                in 
                                                sin
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                stigma 
                                                feasting 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                flesh 
                                                as 
                                                    I 
                                                wish 
                                                you 
                                                well 
                                                (wish 
                                                you 
                                                well)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thorns 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                fountains 
                                                of 
                                                faith 
                                                licking 
                                                levered 
                                                skin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Worshiped 
                                                by 
                                                anyone's 
                                                mass 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                planet 
                                                hell
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                on 
                                                earth 
                                                possessed 
                                                you?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Consuming 
                                                illusions 
                                                made 
                                                from 
                                                hysteria 
                                                and 
                                                swallowed 
                                                tongues
 
                                    
                                
                                                Left 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                kings 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                carnival
 
                                    
                                
                                                Creation, 
                                                carrying 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                echoes 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                fallen
 
                                    
                                
                                                Since 
                                                the 
                                                withering 
                                                eternity 
                                                as 
                                                it 
                                                fades 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                ultimate 
                                                graceless 
                                                voyage 
                                                of 
                                                all 
                                                times
 
                                    
                                
                                                Only 
                                                death 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                guarding 
                                                your 
                                                angels, 
                                                silently
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cripples 
                                                joining 
                                                arms 
                                                in 
                                                clamor
 
                                    
                                
                                                Institutionalized 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                rebirth, 
                                                the 
                                                herd 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                hunted
 
                                    
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