Tristania

Encapsulate the night!
wrap up the truth in candy-striped paper
and throw us a blood-sodden
torn and holey
rotten through the core
party
I stand with you now, my friend
My razor tongue is licking your rosy cheeks and battered ears
I whisper sordid secrets that are neither true nor false
I hold your hand in defiance
Amplify your feeble voice against evil
I hold your spine and shake most violently
The silver light is overthrown
Rejoice with me
for we have denominated the devil
(And I shall get to fulfil my own)
When I die, I slay a hundred
When I die, I raise a thousand