• A mind as sharp as daggers ever striking,
    With souls as dark as darkness' evil liking,
    A blossom, bosom brought the fresh of youth,
    To bite the back with dripping, hanging tooth,
    Hunt beneath moon's scowl, full of hatred,
    Heart, empty yet full of darkness unabated,
    With oozing flesh of hand you do death beckon,
    To fall upon your victims, as devil reckon,
    Two scythes that om'nous fall from parted lips,
    To peirce pure flesh with dripping, glistn'ing tips,
    Leave victims fresh where they do hollow lie,
    Take their life but do not let them die,
    To this you shall succumb as darkness drear,
    Fills the moon and carries you to me here,
    Speak this thrice at midnight, for each blood let,
    Thus immortal life and suffering you will get.