Cast the joy! Cast the pain!
Twas a joyous night never plain,
Both beauty and beast have never been perfect,
Though a party this good was so very hectic.
The Red Man dances along with his subjects.
The subjects remain as eternal rejects
Relinquish thy self from fear of good tidings,
Treasure you lost, now in good hidings.
Realize that your purity will plummet,
For you now remain the Red Man's puppet.
Veins cold while walls hot.
Flames through winter, your soul caught.
The Red Man welcomes all with open arms.
For he cannot wait for party alarms.
Ah! My child do not believe his trickery!
For he may might have poisoned your curry.
He dances along with an odd crown,
Two spikes rest. Eyes that may make you drown.
He never trips with that tail that sweeps the floor.
He'll rot your body straight to the core.
Cast the joy! Cast the pain!
Twas a joyous night never plain.
But remember my child that though this quite tempting
The party above is for those with His Blessing.
