Funeral Death
Every time this year. People live in fear. Horrible voices they hear. Funeral death is near. From the darkness he comes. Every human runs. Slaying priests and nuns. This town is haunted by Hans Gruber. Evil eyes. Vampire teeth. Long filthy moustache. Hairy feet. When the fog is covering the streets. You shall all shit on your sheets. You shall all be put to death by the Funeral Death.