Father
My father
Belonged to an illicit organization
He tried to raise up
A host of nasty children
To pull his sled
In a race invented
By demons
My father
Was gunned down by a man of the law
He never got his
Chance to test us
In the cruelest race that
Hell ever saw
My father's ghost
Visits me every night
He never says a word
Just stares at me with
His hateful and hungry eyes
While his hand curls into a claw
Belonged to an illicit organization
He tried to raise up
A host of nasty children
To pull his sled
In a race invented
By demons
My father
Was gunned down by a man of the law
He never got his
Chance to test us
In the cruelest race that
Hell ever saw
My father's ghost
Visits me every night
He never says a word
Just stares at me with
His hateful and hungry eyes
While his hand curls into a claw