Alice of violent wild magic
And loyal men who follow!
Though time be fleet, and truly tragic
The future is not hollow.
Thy mighty power will soon prevail
Turn nightmares into fairy-tales.
Underland soaked in haunting pain,
Topside goes burning after:
No other Alice sheds these chains
Spurred by her carnal rapture—
Blood shall spill when devils burn bright
Winning her the fucking fight.
A tale begun in other days,
When magic girls were glowing—
A simple time, that served divine
Before the Riving went a’sowing—
Dark echoes live in memory, yes,
Though greedy bastards say “forget”.
Come, hearken then, ere voice of dead,
The Anti-Alice haven,
Shall summon to unwelcome dread
A melancholy maiden!
We are but wily soldiers, friend,
Who fret to find our homeland’s end.
Without the magic, blinding power,
The storm-wind’s moody madness—
Within Torrid Tea Party’s tower,
A nest of lust and heat, true madness.
These magic words shall save us last:
All must love their warring badass.
And, through the shadow of a sigh
Her men push through the story,
For ‘happy future days’ come high,
And vanish’d bloody glory—
They shall not touch, with hands of hate,
The pleasance of our Heart’d gate.
