At the road there stood a man
Tall and pale, with one black hand
A few long moments he stared and stayed
Before he turned and walked away
Again the man stood at the road
The wind, it talks of blood now owed
Longer today he watched and stayed
Before he turned and walked away
At the road, the man is back
Now his whole left arm is black
The wind's grim voice did not sway
As he turned and walked away
The bastard's back, and closer now
The black is creeping to his brow
The creature's wrong, it's foreign, fey
And now neglects to walk away
The creature's gone, as are we all
A crowd has gathered at the wall
But no one was on time today
To see the villain walk away
