I want to be Paganini I want to be Alexander the Great But I'm only Pagliacci A Faustian soul in sorrow and hate And this is not a surrender I will never stop fighting this war til I die But passion is burning my heart to embers Smiling wide hides the chaos inside
Aimed for the stars Just to crash upon the moon And reconstruct my broken pieces From the ashes of my doom I am reborn through death and madness Scion of Nihilistic Sin In my wake, I leave a trail of sadness Soon all will hide inside THE GRIN
Choirs of Damnation! Your Maestro has arrived at last! Majestic Orchestration, Barking dogs and shotgun blasts The sound of frenzied feet as they pound the city streets It's a symphony of victory against the riot police
Fear me, heroes For I am near thee Come one, come all Hear ye, hear ye The Jester dances on your Graves the Joker wears the Crown And the man who has the final laugh At last will be the Clown