Atop a great tower of enigma
Dwell cloistered in weirding majesty
The ascendant remnants of a stranger race

Engaging in mysticism of a quizzical riddling
Donned in odd guise
In any sense nevertheless
In manifold curiosities
Or curioser mask of queer creature
As well
Through mutual blood-drinking and carousal
They arouse ecstacy
They kill the time in surreal intervals of a programmed
Space

Amongst them lurks the damned one
With spear tip tail
And It will tell this tale

In olden deeps of forest keep
Where the will o the wisp dwells
Lies the gateway to descension
A passageway to Hells

The purest forms of addiction
Arise in their labyrinthine
Halls

The internal flame is raised
The demons' name are praised

Why o why creator
Did you burden us
With such filth of thought