The Crimson Carnival

“Step inside… the tent is hungry.”

Painted smiles in the midnight air,

Clowns of death with a vacant stare.

Masks of velvet, knives of steel,

We make the crowd scream—that’s the deal.

Candles burn, the drums begin,

The taste of sin drips on the skin.

Welcome to the crimson carnival,

Where shadows dance and flesh is carnival.

We hunt, we take, we never fall,

In blood and laughter, we own it all.

Henchmen circle, teeth in the dark…

She’s the flame, and we’re the spark.

Pleasure carved in broken bones,

Our chorus sung in victim tones.

Every heartbeat, a sacred hymn,

Their pain, our joy, a holy sin.

The puppets scream, the knives applaud,

The carnival crowned in the name of God.

But our god smiles in crimson rain,

We worship death, we worship pain.

Welcome to the crimson carnival,

Where shadows feast and hope is terminal.

The blade, the laugh, the final call,

Together we rise, together we maul.

Step right up, don’t try to run…

The show’s not over — it’s just begun.