Thirsty for blood the killer pursues
Hated by all this surely is true
Hold up thy pitchfork and light they torch
The killer will be hung with no remorse
No one but i knows the horrible truth
That the hate from us all fueled his murderous youth
As the years have passed his beard has fled gray
Even more thirsty for blood and town in dismay
Taking ones life and a life after another
Until one day he croaks and shall kill no other
Leaving his newborn son unnamed
This merciless town holds a debt to be paid
As the son grows tall,he is hated by all
He becomes the killer and murders them all