Come to me, my pets, my darlings, my creatures, my beasts. Come to me, companions in darkness, brethren and sisters of Moonlit places. Thou beasts of venom, of fang, of claw, of handsome appearance but twisted mind; come, thou undead, thou too-alive, thou deadly, thou dangerous, thou beautiful. Come to me, beings of twinkling cold aura, of devious action, of fatal spell. Thou hags, thou covens, thou strange ones. Gather ‘round me.
For I have heard the Music of the Night.
And it is definitely Disco.
No more must we hurt our ears trying to listen to Industrial while also attempting to sneak up on people to murder. I love Rammstein, but they’re not exactly subtle. Black metal gives me a headache; perhaps, at five hundred and seventy, I’m just too old.
No; thrill to the irony of playing “Stayin’ Alive” whilst you unalive a group of dancers.
Refrain not for even one moment from thy John Travolta imitation; she IS a brick house, you can think, as you tear down their brick houses.
Let Evil reign, and lets its anthem be that which was once dead, and is now alive again.
FOR I HAVE BROUGHT DISCO BACK TO LIFE!
Yes!
Here, on this slab, not twenty-four hours ago, I summoned the Soul of Disco with human blood and an excellent horn section. And I bound the soul in this mortal body, all tentacles and armored spider-legs. It’s a killer.
But it’s also a great dancer!
Two for the price of one!
Come with me, my friends, my allies, my puppets, my puppeteers. Let’s go wreak havoc, and then let’s come back here and boogie until our minds are no more!
You Zombies, you have a head start.
Voulez-vous couches avec moi ce soir? Of course not. Vampires don’t sleep; we merely stay in suspended animation in our coffins until the Sun goes down.
Okay, we might nap a bit.
Let them fear us! Let them fear our drums, and let them be TERRIFIED of our kickin’ bass and that KILLER riff.
Let’s go make a massacre and then make a little love, and let’s do it all to the beat.
Ah!
Ah!
Ah!
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Ah!
Stayin’ undead.
Stayin’ undead.
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