Harlequin - Abaddon Incarnate

Hysterics, of the insane

A slave lashed by the semi divine

Smashed to death with a whip

Mortal tears, of despair fuel the laughter

Of the dark immortal

Beheadings, decadent boredom

It amuses him to run his hands

Through the fountains of warm blood

Mortal tears, of despair fuel the laughter

Of the dark immortal

Thriving upon fear, feeding on the sad

The slaves shall serve the wicked, and the wicked are raving mad

Bestial incestuous rapture, surrounds himself with fear

There is sickness in the heart of the empire

…harlequin

Passing into immortality

Another tyrant ascends

The cycle goes on and on

But the hysterics never end

Mortal tears, of despair fuel the laughter

Of the dark immortal