Something wicked’s coming
A twisted magick
The jolly fat man with ice cold heart
Dark eyes, moustache, benign
Plays a tune with chanted words
Beats you over the head
Repeatedly, deafening you
Lightning flashes before dizzy eyes
Carnival, coming to eat you up
Chaos enclosing
Men turned into rabbits
Is all lost?
Hope is coming, silencing him
The King of a deeper magic
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