[bad word] the circus now to steal your life away
Catch unwary children at their play
Disturb what was a peaceful island of calm
storm [bad word] on the horizon
The traveller begs for you for his words to heed
To fear the evil thing that he proceeds
Recurring evil in the autumn times of sin
mad collection of broken men

Thunder ripping out across the sky
Draw the lightning out of my mind
By the prickling of my thumbs
Something wicked this [bad word] 
The house of mirrors is your place of play
Ten thousand faces driving you insane
carnival of hate now crawling through your mind
gripping fear that leaves you paralyzed

Thunder ripping out across the sky
Draw the lightning out of my mind
By the prickling of my thumbs
Something wicked this [bad word]