"Ring-a-ring-a-roses A pocket full of posies Atishoo, atishoo We all fall down"

Once upon a time in a daymare Dying to meet you, little child, enter enter this sideshow

Time for bed the cradle still rocks 13 chimes on a dead man's clock tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

The bride will lure you, cook you, eat you Your dear innocence boiled to feed the evil in need of fear

Burning farms and squealing pigs A pool of snakes to swim with, oh sweet poison Bite me, bite me

"Ladies and gentlemen Be heartlessly welcome! To Cirque De Morgue And what a show we have for you tonight!"

Restless souls will put on their dancing shoes Mindless ghouls with lot of limbs to lose Illusionists, contortionists, Tightrope - walkers tightening the noose

Horde of spiders, closet tentacles Laughing harpies with their talons ripping, sher-chrisss, per-vizzz

The pendulum still sways for you Such are the darks here to show you, child in a corner, fallen mirrors, all kingdom in cinders