Festival - Jon Oliva's Pain

Welcome to the festival

Full of decadence and sins

I tell you all, it’s incredible

You’re all invited in…

We begin with this collection

Just look at this display

The lunatics, the sycophant’s

What a colorful parade

Oh festival

Oh festival

There’s many strange exhibits

For all to hear and see

Tortured souls, corrupted worlds

A feast fit for a king

Make you way around the grounds

See all the twisted freaks

A total rush of insanity

Now rises to it’s peak

Oh festival

Oh festival

The climax of the show you see

Meant to cause you agony

Confusion, disillusion… and despair

Spirits flow, blood will spill

The silence right before the kill

All apart of this evil open-air

Oh festival

Oh festival

Yeah festival

Yeah festival…