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 lots of limbs to lose 
Illusionists, contortionist, 
Tightrope - walkers thightening the noose 

Horde of spiders, closet tentacles 
Laughing harpies with their tallons ripping 
Sher-chrisss, per-vizz 

The pendulum still sways for you 
Such are the darks here to show you, child in a corner 
Fallen mirrors, all kingdom in cinders