Artifacts Of The Black Rain Lyrics - The Jester Race - In Flames

Stood there leaning to the city moon, 

casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms 

the black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque 

in the serpentine sun of tragedy basked 

Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass 

with their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed 

splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl 

alone, silent warrior in a fantasy world 

He cried for night / but night could not come 

so, swept in the shroud of misanthropia he went away 

and fed the empty galleries 

with the artifacts of the black rain 

sunken into the shadows with a dry, sardonic smile 

He made the footprints a part of his heart 

to rouse a sacred confrontation 

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Stood there carving on the monument to lies 

digging of the Earth, making friends with the soil 

as the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs 

he disappears into her cold, icy womb 

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