Paroles de The Funeral Bazaar

Emptiness flowing from nothingness Even now you can see through their guise Come one, come all to the finest fair With fire and fanfare, let the show begin Fly up to the treeline, sparkles in the darkened glades How now comes the entertainment in the moonlight Here now the restless, beguiled, disguised in amber perfume Askant grins to mock you Behind the veiled resentment flees a single dove The masque removed they emerge at night Dropping the masque of delusion Clouds of weak emerge at night