In the town bad news forecasts
That children constantly vanish
All are immersed in horror
Remembering doings of past
Voices are tearing apart Rustin’s head
N’ ordering that the seven must be dead
Under pretence of treat
His victims are trapped
In his residence…
Seven little children
One after another killed
With inhuman cruelty
That never be revealed
For four hours farmers went to his house
Located deep in a thicket
In the basement discovered the bodies
Murdered in ritual way
All those things he committed
By the order of old lady
From depths of the forest…