The fool was warned about the chamber
The chamber in which the demon is
Is waiting, for someone just like the fool
The fool, too boastful for his own good, stepped up to the chamber door
The door in which the demond was behind
Behind it, the demon stay very still
Still so the fool could not hear
Hear to know that he was there
There and waiting for fresh blood and flesh
Flesh in which he'd be feasting on ever so soon
Soon, as soon as that fool opened that door
That door, unlocked and pushed open
Open now, the fool walked in
In to find the tail was true
True that a demon was waiting
Waiting for the kill
The kill of the fool, too boastful to listen
 
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