'Come, surly fellow, come! A song!' br What, madmen? Sing to you? br Choose from the clouded tales of wrong br And terror I bring to you. br br Of a night so torn with cries, br Honest men sleeping br Start awake with glaring eyes, br Bone-chilled, flesh creeping. br br Of spirits in the web hung room br Up above the stable, br Groans, knockings in the gloom, br The dancing table. br br Of demons in the dry well br That cheep and mutter, br Clanging of an unseen bell, br Blood choking the gutter. br br Of lust frightful, past belief, br Lurking unforgotten, br Unrestrainable endless grief br From breasts long rotten.