Once upon a tragedy our bravest returned   From grounds now forgotten and forlorn   With haggard faces, but a gleam in their eyes   They entered our citadel, yet not alone...      From the plateau of the battlements, I espy   Black flowers clinged to the skin, depicting their cloth   An absurd legacy of the subdued   Streams through their galloping hearts   ...The precursor of a latent drama      Virgins, bards and fools await their scene   As teeth are chopped in muscle tissue   Voluptuous fusion of saliva and sperm   Phallus and flesh, hunger and lust   Infernal orgy of decadent meat   Yersinia Pestis - unveiled      High above the feast, hidden in the clouds   Moon's sickle lurks, threatening to behead   Succulent odours are swallowed by the stench of decay   The dancing scythe joins the carnal play      “Such as I was you are,   And such as I am you will be   Wealth, honor and power are of no value   At your hora mortis”      “Were my eyes not hollow, would I perceive   Your untouched beauty and angelic grace   My dear lady, so dainty and cold,   Oh grant me this dance and your life shall end old”      A wave through foul bodies   Culmination of the sick   Life’s defloration   And the Dead overcome the Quick      “Your bright red lips have grown deathly pale   As you listened to the dying men’s wail   I have done my work well, now I can depart   What I leave behind is called macabre art!”