One, two, three, four,
Watch you crawling on the floor
Five, six, seven, eight,
It comes for you so don't be late
One, two, black and blue
Watch the past come after you
Three, four, it's at the door
Stand tall and proud, recall the lore
One, two, three, four,
Do you hear its whispers at your door?
Five, six, seven, eight,
Beware, my child, now stand up straight
Five, six, look out for tricks
Its eyes are red; its grin is fixed
Seven, eight, look, it's waiting at the gate
Climbs on your back and makes you hate
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
Into your skin its claws will delve
No more counting, no more rhymes
Become the person you despise
Demon wild fulfills your fate
And now you stoop, and now you wait
Your child is young, but soon he'll know
How the prophecy learns to grow
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