The magical pyrotechnics flash to life as Melusin takes the stage. A haunting mist floats across the stage and as purple lights dance like will-o'-wisps around the synchronised shambling Necro-dancers as the performance begins to enter full swing.

Melusin stands in centre stage performing to the roaring crowd who are enthralled by her beauty and macabra song, soft yet harrowing. 'Come take a look at the menu,' she sings. 'Don't be scared, let me explain. Flesh and blood, body parts, all shapes and sizes. Lastly, we all taste the same.'

She dances back and forth from corner to corner, the Necro-dancers mimicking her movements as she dominates the crowd with her sheer presence. A well-paced smile, a flick of her wrist, a roll of her hips and a spell to change her attire between songs.

'Don't be scared in the dark of night,' she continues. 'You will know when the time is right – deep inside. We are one in the final fight. Ev'ryone's coming home. Don't be scared, no the dead don't die. Don't be scared, no the dead don't die. Don't be scared of the dead. This is your tender lullaby. Don't be scared, no the dead don't die.'

The performance ends with a bow and a roar of applause. Her fans plead for more, to be resurrected, degraded, stepped on, devoured and used. Melusin remains composed, hiding her disgust behind her stage persona.