A little red spider sat on the a little flower
Looking beyond the towered gates
He looked at the skeletons, all dirty and thin
Walking along to the spiral smoke
All black and white is what he saw, a music ensemble
Playing a silent tune
A red little spider sat on a flower
Hearing the screams of the uncharged damned
Orange flames dancing around the violins
Pulling the string into winding hells
Burning as the laughs made the final piece
A red little spider sat on a flower
Floating away on the human ashes
Hearing the final note of the human slaughter
