Roaring, the fire flicks flames higher
than towers of oaken stead.
Smoke in our eyes the color of lead,
soars above the great fire.

Chanting ensues, clothes fly right by you
and the beastly hunt begins.
Hid behind masks, eyes show signs of sin
Enchanting, wooing you through.

As shrieks fill the air, you stop and stare
at the carnal carnival.
Flesh, sweat and tears, noone seems to care.
Bunches of mad animals.

Drums drone and pound your bones, rattle straight
to the core of your mortal
soul, eternal now but you have sold
sums of your life through this gate.

Dance is complete as embers smoulder
in the evening light, dark night
surrounding ***** is now your new plight.
Chance at trance makes not older.