Oh drizzle, oh thunder, a feather stitch  So pale and painted, occult you look my dear  So shady, unveiling, so worthy my son  So splendid, mysterious, your way f turning (what?) black  So call your God of darkness  Yes, call your God of darkness  And see if he can help you now!  A theatre performance, a sharp tooth clown  Needles and filthy signs  Play your death march, take me dancing, you practical jokes  Snake skin bitch, propose to me...  So call your damn God of darkness  Yes, call your God of darkness  And see if he can help you now!  Children gather round here, to hear this tale end  Of you I thought so much more, better  All here nets and hollow eyes  Whigs, sticks and a devil's workshop