Оригинален текст
I can think of a thousand ways to kill you
but none so cruel
as keeping you alive
Ghastly horrific grandeur
symphonic decadence
violent strings
distorted tunes on crippled wings
So you og 'round and around
to this, such a frightful overture
a carusel of insanity
and the clowns of the show are us
Spread the great plague
and death reeking with splendour
rattle your puppet limbs
to the orchestra's song
A masquerade ball
to which you have been summoned
a gathering of the demented
The clowns of the show are us
the mad conductors
of the horror grandeur
you have gor the resemblance of a pig, young man
and you shall have peace
the prospect of death
and the hope of hell
the comedy is over