Boom` Boom` Boom`

 

 

 

 

Boom` Boom` Boom` 

The stage door was open, they couldn’t resist

From inside the beat of drums calling

Boom` boom` boom`

ta ta doom,

ta` doom` doom` dooooom!

 

And through the entrance they quietly snuck

Through maddened inky, voltaic verve pulsating air

Fiendishly alive beating, repeating its throbbing

Boom` boom` boom` ta dooooom!

 

Onto a stage smokey with film of ebony piceous

Where Magnum Opus stood in Ahriman’s being

His tattooed arms reaching toward the heavens

 

They hid, this adventurous dual, behind a large stage prop

Not noticing its Mephilesic eyes searing through them

Or its eight arms pulsing, twinging with the drums

 

“Puuu-waaaaash-sssssssssss boom` boom` hiss

Boom` doom` doom` ta` dooooom!

 

Their eyes only on the witch doctor as he called

Oh Gregal you, who lives and blows from Mazaal

Hijikisan who rules the Great Seas

Cholerihib fire of the ages

And Shalrth God of the deep

I’ve been calling your names

Come rulers of the elements to this scarification

 

Boom` boom` boom`

ta ta doom,

ta` doom` doom` dooooom!

 

The drums echoed all round the room

 

From all sides came zombies in stage make-up

Their bodies adorned with Tribal African body art

Body painting and art tattoos of fierce power

Dancing skeletons bent on voodoo hoodoo

Gyrating, prostrating uncontrollable urges

Their jungle jitters a ritual dance

 

To the constant beat

Boom` boom` boom` ta dooooom!

 

The conjuring ceremonial dance evolves

While the film of smoke dance evil flows round

The Witch Doctor is firm in his intent

Calling out “The body I occupy is my hidden Bolero

From the deepest depths of my spirit

I seek the arms of the elements to accept our offering

 

“Puuu-waaaaash-sssssssssss boom` boom` hiss

boom` doom` doom` ta` dooooom!

Intensity building

 

“Brother this guy is high to the sky”

Let’s scram before they know we are here”

Too late, they found themselves bound by eight

Pulsing, twinging arms and laid on an altar of stone

Zulu warriors rung round dancing

The dance of the night of the living dead

In step with the drums

 

Boom` boom` boom`

ta ta doom,

ta` doom` doom` dooooom!

 

Magnum Opus smiled a sneering welcome to the two

And raised his arms once more

Oh Gregal you, who lives and blows from Mazaal

Hijikisan who rules the Great Seas

Cholerihib fire of the ages

And Shalrth God of the deep

Come rulers of the elements to this scarification

Accept now our sacrifices

 

The drums thundered

Boom` boom` boom` ta dooooom!

 

Green tentacles of smoke driven fire

And wave upon wave of hiiki weed filled the air

The elements dove and beat a rapid tattoo

Tearing the hapless duos clothing to shreds

Leaving them bound by the hiiki threads

 

And the beating increased

“Puuu-waaaaash-sssssssssss boom` boom` hiss

boom` doom` doom` ta` dooooom!

 

The satanic dancers circled closer and closer

The elements pushing their fierce powers

As the green tentacles of smoke heated the altar

The heat intense, searing, roasting the duo

Now sweating with fear for their lives

 

And those damn drums continued

Boom` boom` boom`

ta ta doom,

ta` doom` doom` dooooom!

 

The audience rose to their feet

Bravo, Bravo they cried

Their clapping in unison to the drum beats

Boom` boom` boom` ta dooooom!

As the curtain dropped.

 

(clarice) 06/23/2014

 

 

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