You sit watching your brother die 'cause he chewed on sickly rabbit. Poor boy Parzifal likes to hunt his sister, and so infection sets in like a gang of wolves licking at the heels of the anemic aboriginal hunting grounds, where you sprain your thumb throwing rocks at cadavers. Bashing in my weakened knees, bashing in my weakened knees...
[Chorus] Animal people scale the walls so easily: your bitter family! Holding court without your brother, rectify your viral sanction. Anxious ears solicit thee, my snarling spies sit down to tea and ignore the bubbling sores that swell and spit along your backbone!
Call your general, fortify his skin so my disease can't penetrate your china shack of ignorance and purple turbans! Split the bread between your chins, annihilate bacteria! Eating, breeding serfs and peasants, bloody plague-boys stealing crumbs! Bashing in my weakened knees, bashing in my weakened knees...
Stripling arrows ricochet off teeth and crystal nighttime goblets. Dinner party, dinner guests, eat their dinners facing west. You fling your curses forth and they are swallowed by the Masque, by the trees, by the hollow oddities! Bashing in my weakened knees, bashing in my weakened knees...
2. Moundshroud
Tom skeleton, it's time to have some fun! So grab your trick or treat, the day of the dead has begun! Carapace and clavicle, Moundshroud takes you there! Lady Egypt fascinate and gargoyles in the air!
[Chorus] Tommy-boy, eat your candy skull! Tommy-boy, eat your candy skull! Tommy-boy, eat your candy skull! Tommy-boy, eat your candy skull! Carapace! Clavicle! Carapace! Clavicle! Carapace! Clavicle! Carapace! Clavicle!
Instantaneous, intravenous fear in the moon-black suit! You feel the wind and taste the leaves like dead-bone scattered loot! Crack the best, your whip is the test... flee from Mummy's arms... Under his knife, beware the scythe and Samhain's other charms!
3. Nightfalls
The light goes out against the backdrop, the victim's eyes are plucked! While animal smiles sing appraisal, the pagans dance like bastards dance! And the nighttime chorus laughs aloud before they start the requiem and the shadows spread their fingers and welts are raised beneath the dusk!
[Chorus] Rats in black capes dance like thieves along the path, beneath the trees! The batcave reeks, stark and empty! The plague is out, the beasts are bled!
White lace children are weeping, the light has waned so miserably, while men whisper words of envy... they lack infatuation. Thirteen knots off of hallowed ground and death at the end of the act. The web is spun, the spells are cast and the witches rave like lost and broken!
Sordid secrets mark the coven... black earth and the raven flies! Sabbatical systems shroud the catch and cloak like funeral garb. The wind is witness like a passing disease and the bracken stings so intimately. Malevolent filth, fetish frenzy, razors, whips, and fingertips...
Lanterns fade at the end of their ropes and the eyes that glowed once shift their gaze. Dogs lie fat from the gnawing of bones and flies bring heat to the chill of decay. The last of the wolves fight for night but the hours seep forth screams for dawn. Men look hard, lick their teeth, and the curtain folds like a leather eclipse.
4. Sadist Sagittarius
No prey from understanding vats of men... The victims bite their tails and find no flesh to witness! Teeth and claws all seeketh out the one to neutralize their standing underneath the promenade where horse and man all bleed the first course... Understanding... Flesh to witness... Bleed the first course...
[Chorus] I cannot fall when the vats are full! My eyes are rolling back, the lives that stole themselves shall look for me... Their fingers neutralized, aroused, know the way to serve the first course. They bite their tails no longer! And I fall down...
I walk alone, I've walked alone! To tread as lightly, bring forth detection... This serial mind, replay the scene... I'm loath to witness! No end for me! All alone... Bring forth detection... Loath to witness...
5. En Hiver
I love to hate you! I am in winter. Frostbite hath claimed me, I succumb to numbness!
[Chorus] Freezing men don't laugh at murder! ...Bleeding naked in the bathtub! Open windows tempt the savory! Women's heads float just as easily!
Within the confines of crystal, reflected is my loathing! Under ice and still, chill waters fish bite stiff men and children!
In the fog, in the woods, at midnight, in a land where it's always winter, I cut the thin skin of my ankles and the wind follows me like army. Lashing like a bullwhip in the arctic, I fling icicles like bee-sting! Stuck under glass, in the sphere, in the snowstorm, I shut my eyes and sleep in sleet!
6. Laughing Bloody Murder
This is what I reign on your behalf so that you may breathe... The blood that gathers at your feet, the high-pitched screams of agony! I'll drag you down with me, too! I'll make you drown with me! I'll drag you down with me, too! I'll make you drown with me!
This is my indoctrination! Henceforth the tendon's cut! The times when muscle fell from hard bone... The time has come for surgery! I'll drag you down with me, too! I'll make you drown with me! I'll drag you down with me, too! I'll make you drown with me!
This is what the slaughter looks like, you've sent it home with me. You've seen it in my pictures... bent hostility! I'll drag you down with me, too! I'll make you drown with me! I'll drag you down with me, too! I'll make you drown with me! No, no! No, no! No, no! No, no!
7. Mediterranean Widow
[Part One] Over the eyes of the slow slipping under, the dead call their names... a motley assembly of specters and wraiths! Twice in the morning the old widow screamed... footsteps on floorboards and damp in the dust of the sill. Nobody, nobody's there... nobody, nobody's there. "The deep-dwelling spirits are here and their moans have stirred up the silt on the graves of our husbands! Their fingers are ice, and they constantly tell of the fact that their saga left no one to spare." Nobody, nobody's there. Nobody, nobody's there...
[Part Two] Ignorant maids in the morning laugh wonderfully, lightly, reflecting the chill of the old widow's screaming man drowning! She trusts not the wind, who's loving embrace only tore deep and then fled in fear. Nobody, nobody's there. Nobody, nobody's there... "I pray with the skill of a funeral guild and my eyes have run dry from long hours reeling! I know not the time, for the seasons have spun me and trussed up my wits... and there's salt in my hair." Nobody, nobody's there. Nobody, nobody's there...
[Refrain (sung alternately by the widow and the ghost of her dead husband)] "I line the shore like waning winter! There's salt in my hair and no one is near!" "I am the eastern sky, I am the twisting sea! I go alone, look, there's nobody here with me!" "I'm skipping merrily, logical atrophy, and I'm alone, there's nobody here but me!" "I line the shore like waning winter! There's salt in my hair and no one is near!" "I am the eastern sky, I am the twisting sea! I go alone, look, there's nobody here but me!" "I'm swimming merrily, logical atrophy, and I'm alone, there's nobody here but me!" "I line the shore like waning winter! There's salt in my hair and no one is near..."
8. Hebenon Vial
Stuck on with dynamite, live in disgrace like the fool that you told you to! Dancing like philanthropist and cutting and scraping the dogs that lick at you! Padlock the door to the basement and swing down the stairs on the back of the lizard and watch every inch when you are building the walls that cover you!
[Chorus] Shine like a dagger and poison in woodland and laugh like a wet-nurse with a sword through your breast! Funny, like thumbscrews and ripe guillotines and maidens when drowning and electric chairs! Murder most foul! Incestuous sheets! Hebenon vial! 'Twere madness discreet!
Consanguinity and the bastard's aloof with a nose just like a pig's ! Assassins are sleeping and the man in the orchard's a King with a Queen! Giggling beastly and prey on the birdy fly low over stone and banshees... Hopscotch for bombs in your bed and believe what you hear from the pervert who hides under...
Batty and bruises on cheek and the porcelain shards of the sink stuck in your face! Shoelaces dragging in wet and the cold of the dungeon allures like a finger! Holding in calm dimension the harrowing phantom aloft in your courtyard... Fading in crown, rapier, he stills the blood of the 'jack that runs through your veins!
9. Lindsay's Trachea
[Dr. Lindsay:] "Oh, isn't it nice, falling and hating me! Here, breathing the air through Lindsay's trachea! Oh, rendered and torn, spilling my glass to the floor... hands in my hair, pulling and patiently dying... 'Why are you here?' were my words and I screamed them. 'Could you destroy a man in midday?'"
[Arkham Deadfly:] "Dreaming and evening, so are we twins! Listen, I whisper, your lips, how they twitch! The doorway is swarming with larva today, squirming and screaming as friendly men play! Thou art the empty, I am the thin! We are the bending blade stuck in your ribs! Thou art the tempest, I am the wind! We are the fallen man, tortured and skinned!" "I've run this way twice before, and always the rats wading through dust. Doctor, silent and still, were you calling to me? The skies overhead have been crowded with wings, and hear the flies, how they sing! I've inched my way through mist before, and always the bugs leading my lungs! Doctor, silent and still, were you calling to me? The skies overhead have been crowded with wings, but hear the flies, how they sing!"
10. Greensward Grey
There is blood on the hooves of the fawns on the Greensward Grey for they tread through the gristle on the lawn today! Don't they see the roseate faces of my wives as they lay, disemboweled, on the Greensward Grey?
[Chorus One] This park is rank and slippery! Skip and watch the kite tails, don't trip on the entrails! White, and ligamental blossoms jutting from the earth... when have toadstools ever grown toenails?
[Chorus Two] These brains are old and tired but they have not forgotten my harem from decades past, sundry screams for the beast in the backseat!
[Bridge] Springtime is mythical, blood can be pastoral brushed-on and painted after they've fainted! Pan-goats are criminal! Hairy backs and abysmal breath like a brown bog, swamp-soaked and wet dog!
There is one woman walking on the Greensward Grey, but I feel she'll be followed by a friend or three! Don't they see the pink-spittle coating on my teeth that will seal every kiss from my lips today!
[Chorus Three] I could classify dead, hooved animals! I could catalog female corpses! But catarrh ruins my breath when grasses reach and start my ending! I could classify! I could catalog!
I am sitting like a cyst on the Greensward Grey and my god! There are satyrs who are damp and fey! Iron-shod and so hysterical! They lose themselves like dripping red fauna!
