A party, a party
The creatures must throw
The end of their silence must grow
So many creatures must come to my show
The dead ones must watch for the crows
Bring all your corpses, bring all your bones
A bundle of choices for all to bestow
The hallways are flooding
With wind that will blow
And lathered in blood colored snow
The crowd looking sharper
Than needles and pins
A sea full of creatures with razor-sharp grins
A solemn hymn for the somber and grim
Now gather my children, the party begins