Demon-Horses feast themselves,
In human flesh and bones,
At the ruthless Death's Carousel,
Marching to the dissonant tones.

Ignorant fools with pride in their mind,
Dancing to the Devil's music, blind.
Forever lost from their bodies and souls,
Destined to be devoured by Hell's ghouls.

Faceless creatures;
Swiftly, inexorably;
Devouring souls;
of wandering humans;
And smiling;
And dancing;
And killing;
Celebrating;
The proper;
Befitting;
Human's doom.

Struggling forward side by side,
While being at the demon's fixed sight.
At the ruthless Death's Carousel,
In this ghastly circus of hell.

Tortured fools with a treacherous mind,
Will have their punishment for always being blind.
Their bones will decorate vile shelves,
As the Demon-Horses feed themselves.

Spinning and dancing,
Without willing and then..
Dying... x2