| Time again, exhaustion of the flesh
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| Engorge the body, the streets run red
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| Their horrible dancing, dauntless gaze
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| Alluring rouse, join in, embrace
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| Coming of age, you’ll finally see
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| The true meaning of the festivities
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| Revere the role bestowed by the mask
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| Complete each ritual occult task
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| Later follow us to the eldritch lair
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| See the ancestral ones, pale and fair
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| Beyond the earth, unending vastness
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| Scintillating ever-flowing darkness
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| At midnight will it be revealed
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| Who or what you’ve always been
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| Finally suited to metamorphose
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| Fortify the mind as body contorts
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| Old features swapping with the mask
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| The new appearance, grotesque and grand
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| Shed the flesh, grow up into a man
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| Thus the greater festival began
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| (Inspired by Thomas Ligotti) |