STREETS OF MURDOWE

Nobody knows what goes on in the streets of Murdowe

They say that it’s dark and spooky down there

With winds that could chill you to the bone

And crows as black as the night sky that fly to worlds unknown

They say that the crows have blood red eyes

From the man who was killed, who the city despised

The man had his throat slit and left there to die

And the crows ate his corpse and didn’t leave anything behind

Their feathers and beaks were caked with the dead man’s blood

That man was named Jeff Iernud

The vicious birds became evil that day

As their eyes changed to blood red from grey

And now their eyes will remind the town

Of the vicious feast that the birds gobbled down

But of course there is no proof of the death of Jeff

Because there was never any evidence to be found

Not even a small stain of blood was lying around

 

They say that once the town once used to be happy and filled with grace

Where the sun always shone with birds tweeting away

The birds were robins, bluebirds, and other birds like that

No crow had ever ventured into this peaceful habitat

Until one day, a man dressed in black

Came into town and cast a shadow upon this land

He approached a woman named Patricia and took her to his house

The next day, she was nowhere to be found

They say that’s when the sky turned pitch black

Because a woman was gone and wasn’t coming back

There had never been a death in the town until

The man in black came and after Patricia’s death,

Was nowhere to be found

No one ever saw that man again

But strange things began happening after his disappearance

The sun was never able to penetrate the night

So the town was shut in darkness, never to see the light of day

Blood stains started appearing on the walls of a house

That people said the man in black lived

And as soon as you walk upstairs to the front door,

You’ll hear screams that’ll make your blood run cold

They say that the screams are unlike screams you have ever heard

And that’s because the screams are the screams of a ripped out soul

No one knows what happened the day Patricia died

Some say she’s still alive

They say she wanders the streets with a dead look in her eye

But when people approach her, she disappears out of sight

She wears a white nightgown and looks deathly pail

And after the first sighting, people started to disappear

Some say that the friends of the ones that disappeared

Could hear the voices of the dead

And the screams that you heard at the house, were ringing in their head

And every night the screams would get louder

As if the screamers were getting deeper into their soul

The screams drove people insane and some of them killed others to make them go away

This is when the blood baths hit the town

And where crows started flying around

They called them the “killer’s watchmen”

Because they were always around the crimes

But they never ate the corpses until Jeff Iernud

It is said that it was Jeff who went more

Insane from the screams than anyone else

And they say he cited things, as if he was speaking to death itself

Then to get rid of him, someone killed him

And the birds made sure no one would ever figure out the crime

After the birds got their red eyes

They were called the “devil’s advocates”

Because it seemed that the devil was watching the skies

 

Nobody really knows what went on in the streets of Murdowe

They say it’s spooky and dark down there

And they say once you enter the night infested streets,

You disappear