| They had come far from
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| Been invited to Lord Barker’s Ball
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| Not aware they would celebrate their fall
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| On the first day red wined flowed their bellies
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| Hundred feet stepped and danced
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| Echoes of laughter were streaming through dark vaults
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| Barker’s eyes showed their glance
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| Day two was the day of mysterious games
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| Each winner got blood painted plates
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| Added like puzzles — disclosing their sense
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| The picture was showing their fate
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| They stood and stared
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| Paralyzed
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| Doors were locked
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| Smoke invading
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| Welcome to the festival
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| The ball of no return
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| Inhale the smoke
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| Abandoned they sucked virgins — blood
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| Abandoned they danced demons — rock
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| Hysteria was ruling, mercy not lent
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| Ball of the damned
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| Day three was the day of unbearable silence
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| Barker prepared the last act
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| Survivors were led to the chamber of violence
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| The basin of death had been stacked
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| They stood and stared
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| Paralyzed
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| Doors were locked
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| Smoke invading
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| Welcome to the festival
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| The ball of no return
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| Inhale the smoke
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| Abandoned they sucked virgins — blood
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| Abandoned they danced demons — rock
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| Hysteria was ruling, mercy not lent
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| Ball of the damned
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| Dipped into the mass
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| Gilded pain on their faces of death
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| They’d become figures on a board of chess
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| Welcome to the festival
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| The ball of no return
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| Inhale the smoke
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| Abandoned they sucked virgins — blood
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| Abandoned they danced demons — rock
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| Hysteria was ruling, mercy not lent
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| Ball of the damned |