Nightwish — Scaretale

Ring-a-ring-a-roses A pocket full of posies Atishoo, atishoo We all fall down Once upon a time in a daymare Dying to meet you, little child, enter enter this sideshow Time for bed the cradle still rocks 13 chimes on a dead man's clock Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock The bride will lure you, cook you, eat you Your dear innocence boiled to feed the evil in need of fear Burning farms and squealing pigs A pool of snakes to swim with, oh sweet poison Bite me, bite me Ladies and gentlemen! Be heartlessly welcome! To Cirque De Morgue! And what a show we have for you tonight! Restless souls will put on their dancing shoes Mindless ghouls with lot of limbs to lose Illusionists, contortionists Tightrope walkers tightening the noose Horde of spiders, closet tentacles Laughing harpies with their talons ripping Sher-chrisss, per-vizzz The pendulum still sways for you Such are the darks here to show you, child in a corner Fallen mirrors, all kingdom in cinders