Meet me by the catacombs,
We'll dance in the dark while the moon plays chaperone.
And the flesh is eerily still -
Too ethereal to burden hell,
Too rugged to grace the gates
Where the most blood did spill.
Tonight is the night of purgatory.

And in sixty seconds the pulse stopped.
The hair *****,
It's posture exact,
Intent to understand what we weren't meant to know.