🎵 It’s Krampus, Krampus, he’ll darken all of your dreams…
It’s Krampus, Krampus, running won’t help you get away! 🎵
There was once a pointy pair of whiskered ears, too large not to encourage listening–
What horrible things these ears heard and heard!
At about the same time as winter’s dust would fall ever so delicately from the sky;
He would stir and slowly begin to awaken.
Aware while sleeping of misfortunes that did not allow him to get much rest.
Blank faced warriors marching to the ear shattering beat of their mistaken god, Greed.
Oh the lies, lies, lies! “Unable to cure this, impossible to fix that, not enough for everyone!”
Now his work in return had only just begun.
While sharpening his claws he formulates the final draft of his, Better-hope-your-name-isn’t-on-this; Naughty List!
On the chilliest night when everyone is lost in a pill induced sleep-
The bells and rusty chains play a quiet symphony once more.
Their sound slowly gains intensity as he gets closer… then still a little closer…
The warning, Brav Sein had been given, what was now put into motion could no longer be stopped.
Peeling open their crusted eyes, The Naughty Ones instantly become familiar with the grotesquely cramped position their body is placed in.
Stuffed into a large basket and dragged, to a fiery pit way down below.
Then, only blackness.
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