The Thief Of Fanatic
In eerie long down the town of Frame
Where lies a thief who's in humane
The victims died in ferocious pain
They cursed that they won't died in vein
I am cold and tired and mourn and sore
A knife stabbed me from the back of my throat
My energy was drained and lie in fears
A mouth bit me and soon stained the sears
My flesh was torn off by the fanatic
I know my wound was dynamic
And soon I shall be abolished
And haunt them till they are punished