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