The Last Circus - Qantice

Skeletal shadows

Getting off the ark

Cynical scarecrow

Feeding on the dark

Horde of prey

Scope their goal

Smelling the remains

Farcical funeral

The snatching of the dead

Grey vessels

On the horizon

Always haunting

The Crimson

Drifting their captures

Away to the last circus

Tell me now

Are we going to desecrate

This hollow

Gloomy freak masquerade

Stand up now

And switch on your cloaking armor

Sneak on board

The ship of no return