Spin, spin, spin
Thousands of families flock at this time of year
Under the crimson moon
The sky falling like blood
Cascading down white jade
Pale skin, scarlet eyes, long white hair
Black-white dresses embedded with
Fiery red gems enhancing the temptation
Blood red lips like Pandora's box
To give into the rising desire
But it was also this desire
That was fed upon.
Spin, spin, spin
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to this humble abode
This gathering of royalty
Dance to the melody
Of the organ like a dying gasp
Feasting upon the scarlet life
A dance upon sin
Ladies and gentlemen
The night is young
Full of passion
Our life eternal
Is a curse when you have it
Time becomes a killer
For our families
And loved ones may become ash
But we have all gathered
Since the last century has passed.
So spin, spin, and spin
The night is forever young
Like a fair maiden whose
Flower has yet to blossom
tap, tap, tap
Our hearts may be tinged with black
We may consume life
But we too detest this
So let us take this night
And dance away our grievances.