Wander beneath blood-black skies, who art thou ravished? br Under sickly mounds of human squander; these purgatorial shades, br E’er bare hellish laughter. Wherefore wander these, tormented minds? br Swelter beneath blood-smear masks, of dead masquerades. br br Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wander, br Treading eerie Limbo, henceforth, endlessly ere gates of hell; br Scratching madly with eyeballs back in their brains, br Drowning themselves within screeching calls of Dawn’s tolling knell.