The beast aloft
nor high nor low,
the taint of death
his breath doth blow.

The creatures, amass
in the ambered light,
the beast with spear
stabs the nite.

His tongue is two
poised with rage,
eyes aflame
he bands his cage.

A toast to tots,
old and young
satan's drink
his song he sung.

Want and crave
the ceatures grope,
the bowels of life,
the blood red dope.