Walking along the road
You hear of a mischief made abroad

Suddenly, everything changes
The return of vengeance and lingering grudges

You ask
"what I heard of, is a fearful thing"
I answer
"what you hear of, happens once in a life's ring"

Still you fear, you cower, you run
You flee, you hide, to be shun

Poor fellow, was he, to believe in bad lucks
Poor fellow, was he, to jump in with the ducks

At every corner, lied a shadow for him
In the end, he lined in with them