White demons, with red laughter
Dreams lost to demonic masters
Souls in the drifting years
Footsteps during proud halls of Belshazzar
Flee far the phantasms of the fire
Swift and sudden they appear
Seizing all by hand and man’s desire
White demons, with red laughter
They weave their thoughts through ours
With goblets filled with charm and wine
Then roar and shake the earth
With their strange enigmatic minds
“…go back to sleep!” a dark night
I tell my weary, unwell wife
Afar I hear red laughter:
Devil Music, demonic Masters!…
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