The ghastly pale faces in a circle
Palest of all in the center
With the swoosh of the blade
The guilty will fall
In the center the palest of all
Quiet, the faces watch
The blade shines and shimmers
Death draws near
A wind blows cold and sharp
The blade is wiped clean
And that circle of white faces go away
Leaving behind a disfigured corpse
Justice has been served
