Oh drizzle, oh thunder, a feather stitch

So pale and painted, occult you look my dear

So shady, unveiling, so worthy my son

So splendid, mysterious, your way f turning (what?) black



So call your God of darkness

Yes, call your God of darkness

And see if he can help you now!



A theatre performance, a sharp tooth clown

Needles and filthy signs

Play your death march, take me dancing, you practical jokes

Snake skin bitch, propose to me...



So call your damn God of darkness

Yes, call your God of darkness

And see if he can help you now!



Children gather round here, to hear this tale end

Of you I thought so much more, better

All here nets and hollow eyes

Whigs, sticks and a devil's workshop