"Why do I borrow, Cecile my dear?
Battling with no-one, you'll have to kill
Why don't you kneel? I never will
Now that I'm missing your backpack still..."
""Hey! Hey! He was fine, just we sell out."
They come to feast on purist man
They come to feast on mortal tan
Filling their bodies with disease..."
Of what she sees before her
She'll suffer once for you