For the night is bright and clear.
I've let in all the whores of the gloam.
And I've let you in too, oh my dear.
The carpets are flooded with brine, my dear.
The walls, they are coated with soot.
This is a bash that they'll speak of for years,
Satisfaction from head-crown to foot.
The elements have come to call, my love.
The bright fire is burning within.
The gods have descended from heaven above,
For a night of debaucherous sin.
There's no way the floorboards will hold,
Not if they've all come to call.
The floor will give way though it isn't so old,
And into the darkness we'll fall.
But I'll never turn them away, you know.
They're too strong, too winsome and bright.
If this leads to darkness, to darkness I'll go.
For my house will stay open this night.
My head hurts.
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