In the fiery heat of anarchy,
Wouldn't you play yonder fiddle?
A sprinkle of melody
For my eclectic harmony?
It'd go a long ways in stimulating the appropriate mood for the circumstance.

One can't meet death with the wrong kind of music.

And after a brilliant flash of light! Darkness took all.
And I wondered to myself... Perhaps if I'd played the fiddle.

AHaha.
Slithering in the darkened shadows, those twisted demons..
They'd nibble at your ankles, but only in argyle.