8 October 2012
I unlike the other invited guests Know exactly what awaits I know precisely what will happen When I pass through those wrought iron gates
Hiding on those desolate moors I have watched from afar I could see his silhouetted face watching Those dark eyes and terrible scar
For it was me who sliced his face On that cold October night When he found me with his lover He didn't even put up a fight
I receive an anonymous personal invitation Each and every year To the Halloween Party at The Carpenters Inn Because he knows I feed on fear
My name is King, Eduardo King I live in the shadow of my brother This year I intend to go For last year he vengefully shot my lover
A Special Guest At The Carpenters Inn • Opuss № I