Silken steps fall on the street tonight
Mischief is prowling about!

Inky smoke fills her eyes up
Out of the oven and into the-
The fire is alive
And lusts for blood

Savory and sweet meats
Baked in dough and served with ale
Nothing better than a pie…
What is this, sir?

They cry in despair, to the air
Demons are prowling about!

There is great black pit
Where no bird sings
A foolish mistake
He made only once

Never again, never forget
Never forgive them
The sky is blackened
And the rest are guilty of it

The soft glow of a silver knife in the box
Makes him smile, for a while
The drip of rubies on the floor
Precious, precious rubies…