In the carnival's realm,
where shadows play
There's a clown who looks when the light fades away
With a painted grin and eyes of coal
He dances in darkness,
a sinister soul
Underneath the tent where moonbeams creak
He waits for his audience,
drifting to sleep
His laughter echoes through the silent air
As he paints his face with a chilling glare
Clown of the night,
with a twisted grin Bringing shivers down your skin
In the darkness he'll make you sway
A haunting tune he'll make you play
His footsteps echo on the wooden floor
As he tiptoes closer you'll feel the lure
With every creak the night grows cold
In the presence of the clown,
a story unfolds
He juggles nightmares with hands of fright
And his tricks are illusions in the *** moonlit
With every creak the night grows cold In the presence of the clown,
a story unfolds
He juggles nightmares with hands of
fright And his tricks are illusions in the
Ball and the floor,
he'll steal the stage Leaving behind a sense of unease and rage
Clown of the night,
with a twisted grin
Bringing
shivers down your skin
In the darkness he'll make you sway
A haunting tune he'll make you play