Blood Ceremony — Lord of Misrule lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Lord of Misrule" by Blood Ceremony.

Lyrics

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