you think you're strong,
you think you're smart,
why don't try to catch the dancing light?
he tried to catch the dancing light,
Ho what a night,
he'd holler and scream,
he had such a fright,
he'd fed us of the night,
when he became a dancing light,
well what a shame,
he's painfully dead,
so black a scarred,
what a dread,
we'll grind his bones to make our bread,
we'll use the ashes to make our mead,
after the night,
i have to ask,
you think you're strong, after the night,
the night you screamed with all your might,
during which will filled your children with fright,
you've fed us children of the night,
warped and twisted,
gnarled and gross,
for you played with the dancing light.
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