Dweller of the Sombre Lanes, 
Crow of the gutter and grime.
Striving through the dark for gain, 
Up to the gallows you climb.
Through your most stagnant life
 [bad word] blade leads the way.
Rags and a muddy cloak
Is but your sole array.

Among the hawking beggars, 
Among the thieves.

Pale Light of Silver Moon
Cast your light upon wicked plans.
To anthems of [bad word] 
The villain and the sinner, they dance.

Hailing from penury's womb, 
 [bad word] from the bower of sin.
Where fate held nothing but gloom
And future wore a taunting grin.
Find the scavenger's demise
By the trail of the poverty.
Look for the vulture eyes
On the fair of misery.