I don't think I've ever heard The Jester Race. I know it's a classic but In Flames turned into a steep slope for me with subsequent horrors
it's not the same band
i don't care what the tire fire bearing the same name represents today, and i did not care twenty years ago how much shit anyone gave me for listening to them, nothing anyone says will take away the fact that the jester race is Art and Poetry and it just hits so fuckin hard. if you listen to moonshield and feel nothing you are dead inside. i don't know if it's possible to Get It™ if you listen to it for the first time as a grown-ass man in 2020 but:
I lie in your soothing arms, lord Hypnos
your garment alive with your song
I lie in your soothing arms, lord Hypnos
Steep the spiral to your far abode,
in the wake of slumber, on visions I rode
and fell like history through the chasm of ages
into the charged, forbidden zones
How I have searched
through a million worlds and faces
yet unaware, I have not found
my own true face, traceless and profound
So, find me in these grandiose halls
where long ago summers eternally fall
and tune the strings of truthful longing
to the frozen music of gods
i mean
come the fuck on