A simple concoction of moonlight and catnip,
A flaming wolf's secret that paints blood at first sip,
A vivid ink fuchsia, satirical lies,
So, come paint the dark shadows 'neath tears on your eyes.
Now, come, Scarlet, skip, Alice, blood bank on the shore,
In the footsteps of malice, cry out, cry for more,
In the mist of delusion, illusion and lie,
So, come pick the ground, paint the grave, sleep where you'll die.
The asylum of silver and silver shine dust,
Follow, strip yourself over and plaster fresh lust,
Now, chant mantra, call battle, recite every word,
Then, drink darkness, turn gale and fly as a bird.
Tongue of fire, hellfire, a mist of runestone,
Know the wolf, run the pack, but, lament, sing alone,
Now, play down and play dead, for to wake the illusion,
That stokes the flame, isolates,
life in confusion.
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