the jester race歌詞

Rush faster on the one-way lane
the answers so silent
Rusty gods in their machine-minds armours
grind our souls in the millstone of time
the "deathbed harvest" is dead man s banquet
of mould ridden bread and black, poisoned wine
# And we go..our steps so silent
And we go..our blooded trace;
The Jester&nb