Written by Arthur Mountaniol

Piece of playbill’s flying on the wind
It says – Illygnome
And the warped theater looks so mean
Creepy, icy dome

Sounds like a frozen laughter trapped
Within its gloomy hall
This show’s been wrapped
And there’s no new season in the fall


Outlines of someone’s hands are seen
In the dark orchestra pit
And the strange profile with long, sharp chin
Notes come off the sheet

It must be that mad conductor who
Has never left this place
He’d killed all the crew
Musicians had vanished with no trace