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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