The Dead Moon Circus

What is that tingling inside of your stomach,  

That little noise that makes you feel strange?  

The thought of excitement that's coming and going  

To proof your existence, to claim your revenge?  

When in the midst of a very dark alley  

Or in the edge of a shabby old street  

Anticipating your saddest finale,  

Don't run away, it is useless to flee.  

We are the guards of the infinite beauty  

That's hidden inside of the gloom of the night.  

We're secretly present, and our first duty  

Is to dismantle your soul's inner light.  

You are our prey and fate's rumination,  

The best recent choice of its tightening palm.  

Just welcome inside the compelling sensation,  

And savor the taste of our treacherous balm.  

The Dead moon circus is here,  

And we are about to steal...  

So give us your soul and your fear  

Abandon all hope, and come closer...  

Give up! Your luckiest ace  

Is now screwing its face;  

It laughs at your scattered grace:  

The jester took hold of the poser!  

What is that flicker inside dream's delusions,  

That little spark that makes you feel free,  

The fascinations of whimsical fusions  

That doubts your existence, but lightens a spree?  

When in the midst of a very dark alley  

Or in the edge of a shabby old street  

Anticipating your saddest finale,  

Don't run away, it is useless to fleet.  

We are the guards of the infinite fire  

That's hidden inside of the gloom of your soul.  

We're visibly missing, but here to inspire  

Your fabulous glory and your ultimate fall.  

We'll make you repay all your tiniest duties,  

The most little sins you've ever produced.  

Look closely inside the hideous beauties  

Of our night show we're about to induce!  

The Dead moon circus is here,  

And we are about to steal...  

Your dreams once so preciously dear  

Are going to fade. So step forward  

To give us your luckiest ace.  

Stop screwing ugly your face -  

The fate has pointed its mace,  

And we have to reward it.  

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And so rises the moon  

To spread its magical bloom.  

It hails a night with its rune,  

And opens the gates to the doom.  

The prettiest one's ever seen  

Will welcome your hearts with a wince  

Our dark and beautiful queen  

Is eager to find her lost prince.  

The beams of her mirror's reflection  

So bleak and so full of perfection.  

The dreams that were lost and unpowered  

Will strengthen our queen's darkened powers.  

And so will emerge on the surface  

The Moon of the Mournful Dead circus...  

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