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