Dance of the Fools

Blood for the sky
and blood for all
for the lamps in the sky
are invisible.

Death for me
and death for you
for nothing’s pure
and nothing’s true

Blood for victory!
Death for victory!

Don’t follow the wise man,
stop listening,
he shows us the truth,
it’s too much suffering.

Long live the people,
long live the fool,
he is the one
that shall rule.

Follow the fools,
they shall guide us,
go on boy,
fall in march behind us.

Long live the people,
let them thrive,
keep the masses content
of their minds deprived.

We don’t need the truth,
long live a lie,
live your life well
and let the dreams die.

So much for the future,
it’s the same as the past,
so much for the next day,
it’s the same as the last.

Few people mourn
when a dream dies,
but take away the gold,
then they shall cry.

We live in this world,
this world we have forged,
we are it’s masters,
on it we have gorged.

Why then must
we drench it in blood
corpses of our kin
lying in the mud?

Hope for the sky
and hope for all,
for the stars of our sky,
they’re still visible.

Dream for me
I dream for you
of something pure
of something true.

Hope for humanity!
Dream for humanity!