Chris Cleverley - Rachael

Let me tell you the tale of Madame Moonshine;
A lady I dallied and danced with one time.
She'll tear you to pieces, convince you you're fine.
So I pray you heed this cautionary tale of mine.

They say she came from the Indies with secrets untold,
Of the merchant's cabal into which she'd been sold.
She left each man bleeding out, alone in the cold
And on a clipper bound for London Town she stowed in the hold.

You swear you've known sorrows boy, you've been down that road?
Believe me you'll soon reject all that you know.
She'll poison your mind every time that you run to her call.

Shine, shine Lady Moonshine.
I pray don't betray me sweet lady of mine.

When working as a clerk for a broker I'd heard
Of a private house where esoteric dark arts occurred;
Where the wealthiest gentry of the city were lured
And the boundaries of horror and pleasure were blurred.

But in this harem of contortionists, nymphs and freaks, the worst
Was the Priestess who held this un-heavenly curse.
To gaze through those emblazoning eyes, well your soul became hers.

Like so many before me I fell under her spell,
Renouncing my colleagues and my family as well.
Entombed and imprisoned in her vision of hell,
And of the scenes I bore witness I do not care to tell.

But after decades of ritual sin, the remains
Of our souls and our sanity are forever stained.
But you'll crawl back into her embrace again and again.

Written by:
CHRIS CLEVERLEY

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