Into the dark I do wander,
The thought of death I do ponder.
In my sight there is a victim,
Closer and closer I do advance to him.
Upon him my eyes are fixed,
Yet, inside of me feelings are mixed.
Shall his blood be spilled?
Will my task be fulfilled?
A sudden move I do make,
A false step I do take.
Startled, he does turn to see,
His eyes do fall upon me.
I must act, there's no time to think,
Upon the dirt does appear a pattern drawn in red ink.
In that pattern I do see,
The eternal hell intended for me.