see the fool that dances on his grave
to the sound of the burial march
quell them both with doom
see the fool prancing into his grave
lost are the traces of yesterday's gods
on the day when he claimed their place
a proud parade is marching on
under the sign of enlightenment
lost are the shelters of yesterday's world
on the day when we sold it out
caressed by the sweet sunlight
tumorous skin needs tanning
feel the wind in your hair
feel the stench in your nostrils
numb your consciousness with pleasure
crush the dream and wake up
lost are the pillars on which he once ruled
on the day when he blames himself
a proud parade is marching on
under the sign of enlightenment