Io, saturnalia! The gods will come tonight We'll sit at their table, and sheir 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
