“Bienvenue, mes chers invités… the night itself is our vintage.” Step through the door, my darlings, please The chandeliers hum with disease. Laughter like lace drips down the walls, A toast before your virtue falls. Welcome to my little feast, The music bites, the wine is beast. Drink till your shadows start to purr At Château Sangre, the night is her. Silver forks and trembling hands, Waltz with wolves in silken bands. Every smile hides sharpened grace, Every kiss rewrites your face. Welcome to my little feast, The music bites, the wine is beast. Drink till your shadows start to purr At Château Sangre, the night is her. Welcome to my little feast, Confess your sins, release the beast. When dawn knocks soft upon the door You’ll rise no more, you’ll rise no more.
