As eateries go, and expecting Sir Richard C. to come with his regal presence to our table (no round and not an Arthur in sight,mind you)all of you most be curious about food.
Well...there ain't any but a big fat debauchery!!!

We, EDvard the Lord of the Swedish Dark Castle
swear by a Thesaurus of Unmentionable words
to give a so decadent moral bacchanal that will be
put to shame the most perverted of Nero’s Rome,
playfully here done by invited sadistic Witches
hand plucked for their venom unspeakable brew.

The Menu is been composed by our Zombie Chef
wearing prestigious Grand Cemetery Cordon Blue,
consisting with cocktail of rotten Canadian fingers
washed down with, of cadaver, chilled juices brew,
as to welcoming each of the arriving tired travelers
a backstabber will be initiating anyone coming new.

Toothless old hags from AuthorsDen We expected
not to use for forbidden bestiality acts their brooms,
as We will have plenty of virile geezers drooling
dreaming to become your Filthy Witches grooms,
but not before receiving ten thousand of lashes
from our Bride, Queen of the Night La Belle Rouge.

Supper will be served chained in the dark dungeons,
to wash the tongues We will be serving heretic soup,
followed by a special dish, Buzzard á la Cremation
or suckling rosy Patrick Granfors pig well done BBQ,
but if it is swimming dishes what you most prefer
have three week old drowning victims for sea food.

We have engaged the noisiest of the very noisiest
coming all the way down from Canadian Hell to you
a ear splitting Fee guitar from New Scotia no less
and no smelling a Rose his vocalist and his “cuz”
so you don’t fall asleep first thing after a long journey
but watch for flying silver bullets, them ain’t no fun!