As the moon shines, my lust for death rises
I have thousands of faces
Hidden in many disguises
My past like that of broken vases
Minutes after midnight, I become a fright
Scenes of blood and murder whizzing past
The bloodshed getting to its height
The blood pouring out, en massed
The frenzy stops, to see the blood surge out of me
By my hands alone, I have made you deceased
I begin to flee
Fearing the beast
Not in cruelty, not in wrath
I run, chased by a threat unseen
I have traveled along this gray path
I call for help, but all I hear is dead silence.