Theatre of Pain - Steel Seal

Theatre of Pain - Steel Seal
Scent in the air stars in the sky
Look it's a real gala night
Demons in red angels in white
Sinners in veils all bedight
They seat in a theatre together to see
A new play of old hopes and fears
Where there's much of madness
And there's more of sin the plots horrid soul it begins
Mimes toss about makes a great noise
Thinking they're like gods on high
They turn around lift up their voice
Hither and tither they fly
Mere puppets they are they come and they go
At bindings of vast formless things
That shift on the scene and flap through the storm
The woe from out their condor wings
Turn off the lights to warn the lookers on
Turn off the lights you know the show is starting on
Turn off the lights
In the theatre of pain
Tense atmosphere they scream and shout
That motley drama be sure
Will never end never run out
Will never come to a stop
Some thing always hunted by a crowd seizing not
Through a circle to self same spot
Until final curtain a funeral pall
Comes down with the rush of a storm
Turn on the lights warn the lookers on
Turn on the lights we promise the break will not be long
Turn on the lights
In the theatre of pain
In the theatre of pain
In the theatre of pain
Turn on the lights
In the theatre of pain