Scaretale

Ring-a-ring-a-roses
A pocket full of posies
Atishoo, atishooWe 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