Scaretale

Ring-a-ring-a-roses

A pocket full of posies

Atishoo, atishoo

We all fall down

Once upon a time in a daymare

Dying to meet you, little child

Enter, enter this sideshow

Time for bed, the cradle still rocks

13 chimes on a dead man's clock

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

The bride will lure you, cook you, eat you

Your dear innocence boiled to feed the evil in need of fear

Burning farms and squeeling pigs

A pool of snakes to swim with oh, sweet poison

Bite me, bite me

"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 a lot of limbs to lose

Illusionists

Contortionist

Tightrope, walkers tightening 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