Ladies and Gentlemen, [bad word] to the Freakshow

Oh yeah...

The world around is killing me
No thunder win and rain
Eel are crawling everywhere [bad word] with the game

Grind the army, the living dead, without destination
The faceless crowd is out to kill all kinds of variations

You're trying to trample down my dreams
shot in the dark

Mysteria - the spirit arising
Eldritch cries form the hill
Mysteria - fires are blazing
Their wicked feast is shattering the still oh

Seven days and nights a week
Spinning like a wheel
You try to buckle, bend and break
And polish stainless steel

Raging fury in the sky burning with desire
Self-determination rising from the fire

You're trying to trample idown my dreams
My disdained ideals
Beware of the difference
You've savage and mean - we're a

Mysteria - the spirit arising
Eldritch cries form the hill
Mysteria - fires are blazing
Their wicked feast is shattering the still oh

Evil is the dreamer to pit himself
Against the forces of the tide
You pay the seer to portray
What you wanna hear what he has seen that night
Oh - unholy is the feast
Watch un dance around the blazing hellfire
And Lucifer arises he appears at my desire

Mysteria - the spirit arising
Eldritch cries form the hill
Mysteria - fires are blazing
Their wicked feast is shattering the still oh