Down the street those heels do clack,
apon a girl, you hear her crack.
Screaming children,
crying maids,
all to no avail I'd say.
Men, they go flying,
women fall,
all the evil is in his hall.
Evil smile,
evil laugh,
as he just walks on past.
No emotion,
no care,
he wipes the blood from his hair.

I follow long his little path,
looking at corpses not long past.
He turns to me with evil grin,
I stop dead for fear of him.
With flash of knife,
with twist of hand,
time passes like flowing sand.
I scream in pain,
and hit the ground,
a small crowd begins to gather 'round.
As crimson oozes from neck and mouth,
the people, they still gather 'bout.

With one swift turn,
he is now gone.
And I never again,
will sing my song.

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