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The Clown`s Ring of Lonely
Again is Full Of Grief
Around Is Faces Horned
You Believe Or They Believe
He Moved The Fingers
Showing The Inner Worlds
No One Sees With Amusement
Analogy Is Made As The Pain Beyond
The Audience Is A Fence Of Physical Hell
They All See - But Don`t Touch The Soul
Mystic Is The Way
Lead Behind Of Their Circle
A Lonely Crank
In Mystery Of Bleeding
Successor Of Travels... He`s Standing
Before The Souls Of Chaos
And The Circle Seizes The Circles
Back In New Seizure
The Other Is Lost
New Enemy Is My Ghost