Purchasing pleasures, in selling hours of dross. Here in the land of rebel powers, gloriously decorated. An invitation calls to us. From the carnival of the dazzling night. So we beat on the door of this flipped world, brought here by fate. Whether the harvest feast of light, or a festival of blood. Time harmonizes laughs and screams. Death once dead, there's no dying then. So we gladly swallow time like it's our last breath.