Yeah, feel like I'm in paradise Yeah, feel like I'm in paradise Purchasing pleasures in selling hours of dross, here in the land of rebel pow'rs 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. Yeah, feel like I'm in paradise Yeah, feel like I'm in paradise A dizzying flicker, a light that blinds and deceives, and from the great beyond that voice rings out again. Here, come inside the castle. Take everything.