Hysterics, of the insane A slave lashed by the semi divine Smashed to death with a whip Mortal tears, of despair fuel the laughter Of the dark immortal Beheadings, decadent boredom It amuses him to run his hands Through the fountains of warm blood Mortal tears, of despair fuel the laughter Of the dark immortal Thriving upon fear, feeding on the sad The slaves shall serve the wicked, and the wicked are raving mad Bestial incestuous rapture, surrounds himself with fear There is sickness in the heart of the empire ...harlequin Passing into immortality Another tyrant ascends The cycle goes on and on But the hysterics never end Mortal tears, of despair fuel the laughter Of the dark immortal