Taken from the house for panning
Washed in water of many
Relieved from all the sinning
Friend, you don't seem friendly
My coming was a favor
It rang true with the gathering
And what else need I prove
A goblin, a goblin
Dancing among them
Talking of the problem
Cried out to act on the impulse in them
My coming was a favor
It rang true with the gathering
And what else need I prove