The old moon is tarnished
With smoke from the flood
The dead leaves are varnished
With the color of blood
The beast creeps to pillage
As it leaps on it's prey
A child of the village
Was murdered today
It came up to greet him
In a smooth golden cloak
It choked him and beat him
And it was all for a joke
It's fur dark and tangled
It shouted for joy
With one hand it stramgled
A strong little boy
Now it lingers
Between Heaven and Hell
And there's nowhere you can run
To save yourself
