The Street Fair (The Hunter) Here, midst the tents, cages locked Beasts look down Behold, my dear friends, for they have shot The famous Hound Here for you all to see (The Scholar) I guess its stains, are born from the pains In the African plains Drawn, in the dawn, exotic carnaval, Just to entertain Not meant to be free! A predator's loose in these barren lands Chasing prey it never chased before Luxurious pet in the wrong hands It will not stop and it will hunt for more (The Writer) Ah, all these deaths, slumbering dreads Slowing down to insanity I still do see, decapitated heads Their mutilated souls, bereft of humanity (The Scholar) Rich people's wealth brought them health And an usher for a special treat But, a human bought beast I share the hope at least That we will never meet! A Love That Never Came (The Lover) Oh so faint this memory of you Longing for a love that never came Held in isolation, nothing that I could do Waiting for a dream that never came The French Nightmare (The Writer) All of us then joined the feast Sure we had finally killed the beast A wolf, the biggest I've ever seen Stuffed and portrayed on a canvas clean Cheers were heard from house to house Never have I witnessed a crowd so aroused But at the end of the day A prize much higher we had to pay "When night set in two more girls were devoured alive Their pale blue skin bore the marks of a deadly strife! Has this demonic beast eluded us again? The king now sent a marksman, the bravest of his men." (The Scholar) Why did they think a simple wolf was the one to blame? The way it attacks is not how a canine predator would do They say I'm just searching for money and for fame But I guess a lion or hyena is my only clue The Sleep of Reason (The Writer) Our land set aflame With blood so dramatically spilled But still the authorities claim That the famous Hound has been killed I talked to the autopsy surgeon No trace of human flesh he found He thinks with all hysterical action The actual killer still roams around (The Scholar) The sleep of reason produces monsters and beasts A narrow superstition invoked by doomsday priests It's still an animal captured or escaped from African shores That's causing these troublesome uproars But it is not a wolf!