The incantation goes as follows:
The clock strikes twelve and you are draught
Into the night by all the ghosts
That howl in the ravines
Red lanterns shine damp righteousness
As grey monoliths make way
All classics are shot in black and white.
In the jungle stands a house they say
Built of good company and skulls
We danced at the sun gear’s funeral
And so it falls to you tonight
To haunt the city’s masked ball.