Look out - he follows you, follows gentle
Took his might from your blood
Guarded at your homedoor
As a child you felt his greed
Behind stack and darkened doors - he could be
Slipping in shadows on and on - he is teacherous
... Is it an animal? Dust over the bay
... Is it him? Darkman behind the tree
Now he got you - now you are wreck and slave!
No vanity fight - you feel the razor as it cuts your vein
This tower will kill you - the serial infanticide
Covered with glory - blissful
Only one look - you feel like a worm
You shrink, the door is closed - no escape
You shreak with pain
You have words - he is deaf
His eyes shine glowing fire
Fight and pain is true real
Drop-shaped blood you hardly feel
His black work like a shredder