A face so pale and white Yet shadowed as the grave A savage silhouette Draped in sorrow At the beck and call each night Of any solitary knave A scavenger of rot Cooks the marrow Ravenous roaring rage Consume the forest Smite the page Safer now in iron cage Evil now the burning sage Acrimonious bent with age Sour smile the puppet mage Mounted now on winds of change Endless now the war we wage