Stalking the outer reaches
The dark stranger approaches
As the knife is plunged
The girl is raped 
Or the old man is robbed
A cloak is thrown into the wind.

Create the circus build the frame
The dark stranger creates the game
“Find the likely party in this
For the day will judge for justice”
The spittle on the lips fries the veins
The guilty are death’s servants.

No hold will stay the axeman’s hand
The dark stranger left a last command
The moral audience is lively tonight,.
As death is the main attraction alright.