A dark bloody rained night a strange pale boy was born With pearl stone eyes, skin ash white and hair as pale as snow Cobbled streets stained in red blood as workers looked away The young pale boys, the only one to see the next day Stowed away, forced to obey the wretched mistress of death row Cut and bruised beat and abused he grew up in pain Clothing torn his bones were broke by like him but grey He spent his nights working the streets with men twice his age Broken down, he took a job for a man others feared He met his son, planned a plot so both could disappear They packed their bags, said they would meet at their secret place The human boy never showed the other felt heartache He searched the streets, happened upon a scene so profane The pale boy took to the woods he’s never seen again