Leaps And Bounds ----------------------- The moon drags out its long cold rays Across the hills and open plain Do you hear that peculiar phrase? The werewolf pack begins its strain The ring of witches turns and turns Above the moorland as it churns By leaps and bounds the gnomes arrive Then phantoms trail the demon hordes The hanged men clamber down, alive From gallows poles like swinging boards These hideous creatures turn and turn Around the fires they twist and burn Come to your feast, you who are damned You guillotined, lift up your heads The ravens circle, dark and crammed While prey crawls upward from its beds The dead beneath their shrouds now turn Beneath the sky where cold winds churn The king of hell, ashen and grim Is Lucifer upon his seat The writhing crowd obeys his whim And rolls in waves of pounding feet By leaps and bounds the gnomes arrive The hanged men clamber down, alive The monstrous ball spins, turn on turn So wild the very heavens churn --- "Leaps And Bounds" Copyright © 2026 Rick n' Stolti. All rights reserved. [email protected]
