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Where did it start, but with one little cry

One mother's love, and one day she will die

Trees grace the land, the water at peace

Visually astounding, pleasant at ease

Boy and his mother greeted each soul

Welcome my friends, enjoy it all

Torment started, lasted all season

Mother beheaded for the wrong reasons

Emboldened with fury, deep in the lake

drowned by cowards, feeling no shame

Each year they returned, hearing stories of the camp

The man in the mask, machete in hand

Not believing the myth, what shadows do lurk

Paralyzing fear, then the blood shall spill

He may fall, but this is not the end, death is only temporary

Each year they returned, hearing stories of the camp

The man in the mask, machete in hand

Mother, he loves you

Through all the blood spilled, he kills for you

Squeezing your eyes or smashing your skull

Ice pick in hand, no scream or crawl

One hundred and fifty more victims will fall

This is his place, not welcome at all

Hide behind the mask, the machete does reign