The Red Town

Room whirls,
golden lights fall
as all the shadows
start to dance.
Music,
softly twirling,
misty ghosts play
necromance.
And the screaming,
joyful shouting,
all the killing,
dye her red.
Glinting silver,
pain of piercing,
hear a giggle
and she's dead.
So don't run
if you like fun,
they can party
on her grave.
There's a willow,
weeping gladly,
that another soul
has been saved.
And in the corner,
hear the king laugh,
watch the queen stomp
to the hall.
See her shadow?
On the marble?
See the noose grab,
see her fall.
We're all monsters,
and we don't care,
we know just how
to make a scene.
Come to kill us,
come to thrill us,
you know exactly
what we mean.
There's a line to
get to heaven,
but there's a
highway straight to hell.
It's a fast one,
it's the last one,
and it's easiest
to sell.
So join our dancing,
join our swinging,
take my hand
and waltz with me.
We can go down
to the red town,
where the sinners
drink for free.
Take your halo,
and your feathered wings,
cast them off
and run with me,
so we can go down
to the red town
and all us sinners
can be free.