4 acessos
Prowling streets of blackest night
Alleyways of death
Hunting prey to feed my demons
Blood lust in my soul
Respected citizen at day
Killer at night
Let me tell the gory secret
Of Mary King's Close
Why does this evil & malice
Reside in me
I'm closing eyes for ever more
In the haunted close I wait
With wrath I make my move
The last one to a dozen full
Has kissed my steely blade
The blood of innocence again
Is flowing through the streets
In contentment I retire ignoring the watching eye
Icy dungeons Iron chains
Torture & trial
Here I end my living days
At the Grass Market gallows