Fire plays inside a lantern
Keeping the light burning is the answer

But how come acquiring some fuel
Requires acts of sombrely cruel

Harvesting this precious oil
Constantly needs more fat to boil

Even if it's impossible to admit
They'll do anything to keep the lantern lit

Oh, how the magnificent monster obscene
Sings a lullaby 
Preserving the butcher's conscience clean

The rusty hook carves through living flesh
Such is the way to keep it pure
But also make a dreadful mess

Yellowed be thy bones
Destined on top of cobbled stones

Hold the lantern and lighten the way
For the people who think they've nothing to pay

To banish the Bogeyman lurking in the dusk
Takes the life of innocent
Never asking to be an empty husk