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
