Kings of the Carnival Creation (Live in Oslo) - Dimmu Borgir

Incarnated marvels simplified

Effects from such a disconsolate kind

Impotence of the once so perfect living

Erase and rewind

Stand rigid for the next battle

Peace means reloading your guns

The love for life is all hatred in disguise

A carnival creation with masks undone

In search for the guidelines to the gateways of sin

Through mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind

Sophistication as cruelty and perfection as virulent truth

Confidently dawned to pick the best of enemies

An abyss womb stretched wide open exposed to retaliate

With the stigma feasting upon your flesh as I wish you well

Thorns from the fountains of faith licking lepered skin

Worshipped by anyone's mass on your planet hell

What on earth possessed you

Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues

Devoured by doubt conducting arts of misconception

Testimonial sufficiency declaring numbness of all perceptions

Glance into the blackness hidden beneath your surface

And enjoy the suffering sanity drained in disrespect

With such bedevilled faith in good subsequently trusting evil

Next step for mankind will be the last seasons in sin

With the stigma feasting upon your flesh as I wish you well wish well

Thorns from the fountains of fate licking lepered skin

Worshiped by anyone's mass on our planet hell

What on earth possessed you

Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues

Left are the kings of the carnival creation

Carrying out the echoes of the fallen

Sense the withering eternity as it fades away

The ultimate graceless voyage of all times

Only death will be guarding your angels silently

Cripples joining arms in clamour

Institionalized for the rebirth

The herd will be hunted