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They dance and they drink and they die and they doom,
They sliver and they slide in the silvery moon,
They boil and they burn and they blacken their bones,
In ash-filled euphoria of monolith stones.

They dance!
They doom!
They dance!
By the light of the moon.

Lovely in lechery, they lighten their lamps,
Striking strange shadows on fey fog-filled banks,
Evil eerie eyes measure mourning in mist,
And a grunt garbled gruffness doth silence resist.

Oh grey face at midnight with skeletal grace,
Most hallowing spectres horn haunting this place,
Corpse carving crazed runes on luminous skin,
A stone sigiled sabbat which begs to begin,

Strange mansions of the mind,
Carcosa here to find,
Come join our little ball,
A King in Yellow calls!

He's coming soon,
We dance the light of the moon,
Forbidden play,
Drop that cross you silly man,
It don't mean a thing,
Out here in heathen lands,
Lucifer is king!

Tear this veil away,
Act with us this play,
What a strange thing to ask,
Sir we wear no masks!

He's coming soon,
We dance the light of the moon,
Forbidden play,
Drop that cross you silly man,
It don't mean a thing,
Out here in heathen lands,
Lucifer is king!

You creatures of the dark I say, I cast thee light, now fall away,
Blasphemers in the dark say I, I who oppose the evil Eye,
You devils in the dwindling mist, attend the commandments that I list,
Monster and hag that gloat in sin I purify the Devil's kin.

The serpent spews forth called in the call,
Of the bile black breath of satyricon souls,
Nearing the nakedness of nubile nude nymphs,
Who writhe wreathed in ecstasy on pedestal and plinth.

Black metamorphosis, doth spiral into abyss.

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