Dear guest, dressed by the light of your soul,
Lose yourself in our nighttime hymns.
Cast out the clawing routines and burdens inside;
To break the chains, sever your limbs.

An evening of jubilance in the shadows,
Ready, if you're able, for your hand.
There are dark and twisted horrors inside,
Of our quaint, humble Astorialand.

Rejoice in the many gifts of your devotion,
Giving yourself to the throes of this motion.
On Saturday, October the twenty-eighth,
Join your neighbors who share in your faith.
Come past eight pm, after the fall of twilight,
If lost in the haze, you can seek us by skylight.

Kindred we'll be in spirit, connected by bone,
After this night a miraculous world will be known.