Lord of Misrule - Blood Ceremony

He’s always known his time’s at hand

His rule is someone else’s dreaming

Abbot of the Saturnalia

His entourage of imps and satyrs

The lord and lady serve as waiters

Offering curious wines

It’s four o’clock and getting on to dark

There’s a feast of fools in the back of beyond

Master of life, master of revels

Laughter — the custom at his table

Till thirty days are up

It’s four o’clock and getting on to dark

There’s a feast of fools in the back of beyond

In the night we exist

Eat, make merry and get pissed

It’s four o’clock and getting on to dark

There’s a feast of fools in the back of beyond