We'll sit at their table, and share their
infernal light
Oh lord of Misrule, your song is never
the same
And you never leave one, the same as
when you came

Dark spirits will leave us now; the wind
has filled with sighs
The roots of our witchery reach down
toward the burning fires
We'll circle the hallowed tree and leave
this world behind
Ascension through sorcery toward
pleasures rare-to-find

I know, I know all too well
The wines of wizardry they're running through
our spells
I know, I know all too well
This world of death, this world of squares
We'll leave it all for hell