Dark Carnival




Wicked Clowns who run with death,
Living life for every breath,
With hatchets in our hands we run,
Into the Night, without the Sun.

A Carnival of darkness rises-
Bringing forth some new suprises;
Sorcery and magic tricks,
Casting about and reading runesticks.

The Bigots and the racists learn,
The truth of bigotry as they burn,
Their thoughts of skin all proven wrong;
Screams of pain sound like a song.

The Rapists have their eyes sewn shut,
And then have knives into thier gut,
Castrated by an axe they howl,
And watch the executioners prowl.

Six Joker's Cards that echo voices,
Of life and Karma, death, and choices;
Justice done to horrid people-
Burned alive inside a steeple.

The Carnival of Carnage stands,
As The Ringmaster demands,
That a Box of Riddles be set,
So that nobody will forget.

The Great Milenko casts a spell,
The Jeckle Brothers know it well,
And right before your very eyes,
The Wraith appears, a savior dies.

Fast with hatchets we appear,
Demons that you hate and fear;
Swinging fast and running at you,
You hated us, now we combat you.

So say about us what you please,
Because we'll bring you to your knees;
With our Dark Carnival, we are free,
Forever, we are Family.