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Let him taste the sweetest grapes
And the most precious wine
Let him be our guest of honors
Our lovely jester, his heart be mine

We wear our masks, night and day
We wear clothes made of lambs skin
An empire huge enough to get a guest
Each time we need him

Chorus:
A circle of wolves
A torch that glows no more
My grin as malicious
As a wound so sore

My eyes feast on your shivering body
It seems that you already know
Today we'll separate you from the rest of the world
We let them loose
You reap what we sow
You will visit our chamber of neglect
Be sure, someone loves and misses you

A withered spirit, still alive
By the grace of our reign
A despised being, for us to amuse
For history a victim without a name

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