The strings are pulled, the knives are high.
Mr. Honey Tongue is talking of love, rolling bones and souls towards the graves.
From the withered mountain Mr. Crippled Brain is barking with his twisted tongue.
The stage is set, the guests are met, who'll be the first to start the dance ?
And we thought it was over.

no cats were harmed in the making of the song. the only damaged living being was the biped humanoid.