monsieur Ducasse, master of deceit,

decay, devastation, 

of derelict domes of distress

and damaged souls in damp dungeons;

throw your dice on this path of dust,

choose our destiny,

declare the beginning, deny the purpose,

dance in your grey robe of ashes,

in circles of darkness and pain.

beat the drums to the rhythm of destruction,

drown the world in noise

and show us the final act

in the dim hours of dawn:

all dust. no path.