Fleurs Du Mal

The scent of nightshade flowing on the wind
The kiss of henbane burning through their skin
The mandragora shrieking o'er the din
The ceremonies of old now begin

Night of the damned
Under dark leaves
Oh, how they writhe
In ecstasy

The Sabbath wine flows freely tonight
The gathered faithful writhe within their flight
Shapes shift within lunar light
Howl in despair and delight

Rushing
Roaring, roaring
Roaring in the forest further out

Night of the damned
Under dark leaves
Oh, how they writhe
In ecstasy