• He who lurks in the darkness,
    Who feeds on other's fear,
    With wild fangs he sucks away their problems,
    His victim not knowing the real price of his generosity.

    He will stalk you my friend,
    Beware of his deceivability,
    He is beautiful, clever,
    And a demon, as we would know.

    This immortal being is not a faerie,
    But be sure to not have tea with him,
    He will crush you my dear,
    He is targeting you next.

    Remember not to float on the clouds,
    For it is impossible,
    Always waiting underneath is,
    The abyss of betrayl.

    The lord of that hole?
    And who beholds these many victims?
    The king among spirits himself,
    His name is Death, and he cannot be influenced.