He stalked the night away
Waiting for his pray
For whom he should slay
In the forest he lay

When she came
The woeful dame
He jumped at her
Grabbing her coat of silver fur

She lashed out
Hitting him in the snout
He just took out his knife
Taking her life

He stalked the night away
Waiting for his pray
For whom he should slay
In the forest he lay

When she walked past
Walking quite fast
He jumped in her path
Her blood sprinkles the blood in the aftermath

He stalked the night away
Waiting for his pray
For whom he should slay
In the forest he lay

She looked right at him
Her face was grim
He stepped in her path
She was standing where he had just killed in a bloodbath

She yelled you cannot win
Your chances are too slim
You have no fear in me
Your next move I see

He responded you are powerless
In your dress
I cannot lose
On the ground you will ooze

Don’t lie
You will die
I have no need to fight you
Your death is long over due

Me die
What a lie
How will you win?
Your chances are so slim

Why do you kill?
What does it fill?
Those were good lives
Stolen away by your knives

You lie
They had to die
They were evil sisters
You, you are the third blister

So you found out
We are without a doubt
They were pain the bad
And misery the sad

You can’t control me
For now death I see
You will not
Then he shot

She stalked the night away
Waiting for her pray
For whom she should slay
In the forest she lay