Summon the devil, then Draft up an invitation Dress up the castle As it will come to be their last sight Dance in the foyer, moves Dust from incineration Etched in the moldings As ivy grows along it all night Some day, some dunce Will have his reading Await that rival Blood rivals of fiends are gutted/toppled If you're the devil, then Your guests are party favors View from the rooftop As everything falls fast from that height In every floor board Mason sweat, indignation The horde gets a castle And it will prove to fill their last sight Some day, some dunce, Will have his reading Await that rival Blood rivals of fiends are gutted/toppled