be still beloved devils and fiends
we need silence if we're getting this right
we've only got one shot tonight
sitting on the edge of oblivion's front door
if only that we had the key

brimstone and other drivel
3 blind mice that stand to shrivel
in the mouth of the wolf that caught them
sitting in the house that formed from the old man's riddle

casting shadows now the moonlight is set afire
and souls burning brighter take wing and seek
higher aspirations that soaked in blood and other nonsense
could douse us all in a witches emulsion
it would melt the skin right off your bones, fellas.

but we got 'em now,
you can almost hear them howl,
and scream their silly night away,
so terrified
and wide open eyed
a lifeless limb dreamscape parade