Limbo no.4

Limbo no.4 Papier mache puppets dance from a string Ulysses prays while they behead the king Nothing is sacred all is forlorn I have given up given in and moved on Strangers will soon draw lots for his clothes Heathens pagans who in the moonlight disrobe Merrily merrily their life is but a dream Entertaining the massesopium sets the scene Nurtured by evil they have the blackest of souls Tempting the weak the misguided with gold Forever in limbowith the rest of the dead Orgies of madness as the black book is read Realms where despair is the blade of the knife Tormented souls cling to the remnants of life Hades oh hades in your courtyards they dance Eternally your's forever entranced as Warlocks and witches make soup from their bones Infidels recite the darkest of poems Cursed are the weak to temptation they fall Keen on lifes pleasures the devil has taken them all Each soul laments the choices they havemade they Dream of heaven butfor them it is too late no.4 of seven