Cleansing The Tainted Face Of Reason Songtext

When reason is dead and the fools are made kings,
the wind will decline and the trees will stop singing
When balance is lost and silence is gold,
not much will remains of the truth that we told
When love is condemned and weakness is might,
then lonesome are we who succumb to the delight
When yielding is just and vassals adored,
then life will decline to upsurge no more

When pleasure and sorrow are pledged to be wed,