lo saturnalia the gods will come tonight we ll sit at their table and share their infernal light oh lord of misrule your song is never the same and you never leave one the same as when you came dark spirits will leave us now the wind has filled with sighs the roots of our witchery reach down toward the burning fires we ll circle the hallowed tree and leave this world behind ascension through sorcery toward pleasures rare to find i know i know all too well the wines of wizardry they re running through our spells i know i know all too well this world of death this world of squares we ll leave it all for hell