[ I. March of the Candy-Thralls ] Rotting faces, cracked and bare Bound in sweet decay Empty stares meet darkened air Steps in time, they feel the chain Marched to dust each day Crystal spreads through hollow veins Death's whispers numb the pain Bleeding gums reveal the blight Flesh and bone consumed by night Death's whispers dawn the light Glass cuts through hollow bone Sweet poison takes control Veins constrict, force-fed with blight Organs choke, turned crystal white Shards split skin, the nerves ignite Twisting blood through ruptured glass Flesh decays as toxins pass The Death Parade The Death Parade [ II. The Foreman's March ] The Foreman’s steps drag them down Mind turned glassy gray Cracked in smiles, no trace of frowns Twisting bones, the brittle strain Silent shades obey Veins of sugar lead the line A plague of cold design Minds once bright have been dethroned Bound in chains, they march alone Eyes glazed by the rot within The hunger pulls them in Dragged to depths, you disappear Torn from bone, the tissue sheers Limbs contort, no time for fear Synapse split, a mind erased Spines compressed in violent haste The Death Parade The Death Parade [ III. Crystalline Requiem ] Crystalline limbs crack and spread Puppet strings for the walking dead Undone... They rot alive Bones that break, they twist and snap Blood runs black beneath the trap The hum… It calls inside [ IV. The Void Beckons ] Stand enthralled, fist clenched, a ghastly display In glass entombed, their screams decayed The last call... A hollow fall Omniscient voice, a final guide Pulls hollowed souls from side to side They march in The Death Parade The Death Parade The Death Parade
