By crookend moon and waining starlight  In the blood-red thickening twilight  I find myself upon a path bathed in gloom  That has no end except the tomb  With eyes cast upward I'll give no thought of hell  But if there are gods are there not devils as well  Hiding somewhere in the flickering screens  That fill my mind like erotic dreams  Forget not the legends of old  The stories of hell that your elders have told  For they are without a doubt all quite real  There is a devil and your soul he will steal  I lay my brain before the flickering screen  And shudder as I watch the silent screams  In the distance hear the monsters call  They're searching now for living dolls  I search for a place amongst the thorns to pray  Perchance to contemplate the dying of the day  But there no solace for me to find  For I am nothing but ruins of a mind  Forget not the legends of old  The stories of hell that your elders have told  For they are without a doubt all quite real  There is a devil and your soul he will steal  ------------------------------------------------------