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The Grimm's theme "Your Swansong"

verse 1

A grin like a wall of daggers

Claws that will rip thy soul.

Eyes like a hungry tiger

Pierce you and leave you cold.

Flowers don't bloom out here

There's no sweet morning dew

Run as fast as you can dear

Tonight, we will come for you.

chorus 1

Dark hearts growing blacker

Sick minds of a killer

Drag nails across the floor and

Drain them until they're thinner

verse 2

A hush falls as you hide now

A creaky sound goes by.

A howl heard, not too far now

Rejoice, your end is nigh!

You won't have to ever worry

You won't have to ever fear

Wake up it's not too early

Your scent is oh so near!

chorus 2

Red Blood fading darker

Gray graves digging deeper

Come out and prey with us now

Then you can stay for dinner.

verse 3

There is no great mystery

There is no grand answer

Reach out, now come with me

Just let me sate my hunger.

We prowl all over this land

And we seek that faint glow

It hides, resides inside you

Inside the young and old.

We lick our lips and drool

We stomp, we scream, we sigh

Why must you tempt us so when

You know your end is nigh.

chorus 3

Dark hearts growing blacker

Red blood fading darker

Sick minds of a killer

Gray grave digging deeper

(repeat chorus 3, each time fading softer)

end

Notes: I thought about it would go if you put what a Grimm thinks and feels into words. After a lifetime of killing and being attacked and the phrase "perverse form of self preservation" ever present when I think of them, I decided to make the song unsettling. Like a lion circling you but never pouncing. You wait and you wait, and you get so tired of waiting for it to pounce you almost beg for it to just end your life. That's the thoughts that I considered why writing this. Like a worn out hunter surrounded by hundreds of Grimm.