Your bowel is mine,
Your brain and sick heart too.
You die, I smile
And see your blood on my white shoes.

You see the Fisher,
You're little girl, you can't resist;
I want to wish you
Many torments, death at least.

I'm slave for wick King,
He sits in Tower on the top;
And He wants me to bring
Another child in His big shop.

I kill all children,
'Cause Crimson King just makes me kill.
So you are killed and
You will rot until you sleep.

{Don't try to stop the Evil,
 No one can stop the Evil,
 You see the Crimson Fever,
 You're fish in Crimson River

 And Fisher will catch you...
 Fisher will eat you...
 Fisher...}