Scaretale

Once upon a time in a daymare
Dying to meet you, little child
Enter enter this sideshow
Time for bed the cradle still rocks
13 chimes on a dead man’s clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
The bride will lure you, cook you, eat you
Your dear innocence boiled to
Feed the evil in need of fear
Burning farms and squealing pigs
A pool of snakes to swim with, oh sweet poison
Bite me, bite me
«Ladies and gentlemen
Be heartlessly welcome!
To Cirque De Morgue
And what a show we have for you tonight!»
Restless souls will put on their dancing shoes
Mindless ghouls with lot of limbs to lose
Illusionsists, controtionist
Tightrope — walkers tightening the noose
Horde of spiders, closet tentacles
Laughing harpies with their talons ripping
Sher-chrisss, per-vizzz
The pendulum still sways for you
Such are the darks here to show you, child in a corner
fallen mirrors, all kingdom in cinders