• Who am I to take your freedom?
    I would be untrue to myself if I had...
    Only when he should come.
    In all black he is clad.
    I try hard to deny him freedom.
    But sometimes I fail...
    Now that he has come
    He shall leave a trail
    Blood stained upon his cloak.
    An evil smile to your demise.
    He only feeds upon your folk,
    Because he sees the fear in their eyes.