Tango Absinto-Enochian Crescent

The bitter grapes we have took And drugs in this emerald juice Shining as flowers in morning Abloom on our graves Should we ever wake again From sleep all crowded with dead men Price makes this cult so different From all others Even as rigor settles in We're standing amongst them all fallen Shining as we enter circle ready To sign our lives away La Fee Verte sorcery The taste with graveyard legacy Shining green flames in fields Of bewitched outgrown graves A pale lady with the looks And a loving smile like a meathook Shining with my white bones A gift I leave her for forever twilight Spirit of the spirits said Whispering with the sweetest nightmares Toast for the living enjoying decadence I spell the name and ring the bell