Fiend

I beat the dead they don't fight back

They have no need they have no lack

They bear the marks of my attack

I beat the dead they don't react

Call me fiend or call me foul

Throw me to the dogs that bite and howl

Before you point a finger or cry an empty tear buy yourself a alibi get yourself a mirror

I rob the poor they don't mind

I take whatever I happen to find it's never much at any one time

I rob the poor it's not a crime

Call me fiend or call me foul

Throw me to the dogs that bite and howl

Before you point a finger or cry an empty tear better get yourself a alibi buy yourself a mirror

I beat the dead

I beat the dead

I kill the children before they're born as their little feet begin to form

Don't buy them shoes they won't get worn

I kill the children I am not scorned

Call me fiend or call me foul

Throw me to the dogs that bite and howl

Before you point a finger or cry an empty tear buy yourself a alibi get yourself a mirror

I beat the dead

I beat the dead