Of a night so torn with cries

Honest men sleeping

Start awake with glaring eyes

Bone chilled, flesh creeping

Inspiritus!

Bone chilled, flesh creeping

Inspiritus!

From breasts long rotten

Of spirits in the web-hung room

Up above the stable

Groans, knocking in the gloom

The dancing table

Of demons in the dry well

The cheep and mutter

Clanging of an unseen bell

Blood, choking the gutter

Of lust, frightful, past belief

Lurking unforgotten

Unrestrainable, endless grief

From breasts long rotten