Madman

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Long long ago

The fifth wind blew

Stole the man's mind

Left him blood mad

He hid amongst the trees

Appeared with the breeze

He killed them

And dragged off their bodies

A chill in the air

The scent of death crawling

Full moon's a witness

As one by one, they

trespassed his ground

And chose to take chances

Dragged into the black

Arose in the ground

Dragged into the night

Their bodies never found

On the night of the fifth wind

Nothing could

save them, there was

No protection from the

darkness and the doom

The wind held his mind

a' And a man turned to murder

Black gusts in the night

Damp with their blood

Death's breath in the night

Dripping their blood

Dripping their blood

Dripping their blood

Now it's time for my story.

My story deals with a man who

used to live in that

old dilapidated house

behind those trees.

We're not supposed to

be this close to it

because many strange things

happen around here.

He was a farmer with his family,

wife and two children.

He was an evil man.

Ugly and mean.

He'd beat his wife.

Brutally punish his children.

He'd drink at the tavern and...

Fight all the time.

He once had a piece of his nose

bitten off in a brawl

and didn't feel a thing.

It was a night like tonight.

Many many years ago.

Wait a minute, now

that I think about it,

it was the same

night as tonight.

The woods, quiet and dark.

The farmer, for no

apparent reason,

went stark raving mad.

He walked into his bedroom

with an axe in his hand and

chopped his sleeping

wife into little pieces.

Then with his

bloodlust awakened,

he walked down the

hall to his son's room

and took an axe to him,

but he still wasn't finished.

He walked across the hall

to his daughter's room.

And without so much as a word,

he chopped her into

little pieces too.

Then he calmly walked

into the tavern,

lifted the bloody

axe onto the bar,

and ordered himself a beer.

Well it wasn't long before

the town found

out what happened,

and when it did, it was all over

for the mad farmer,

or so they thought.

Ten men jumped him and dragged

him screaming to

the nearest tree,

where they quickly

looped a thick

rope around his neck and hoisted

him high into the air.

One of them grabbed

the bloody axe

and swung it at the

farmer's head leaving

a deep, bloody gash at

the side of his face.

They left him there

hanging for dead.

Next morning, when they

went to cut him

down, he was gone.

It was then they noticed the

bodies of his wife and

children were missing.

And their bodies have

never been found.

Oh Max, come on, how could

their bodies never be found?!

I mean where could they be?

I don't know, Richie.

All I do know is that

on certain nights,

when the moon is full, he's out

there stalking in the woods.

Searching for people so he

can chop their heads

off with an axe.

Or hang them from a tree.

You trying to be

funny or something?

What's this farmer's

name anyway?

Richie, I have a good reason

I haven't told you his name.

A very good reason.

You see, it is said also that

if you say his name above

a whisper in the woods,

he will hear you because he can

be anywhere anytime.

And if he hears

you call his name,

he'll come for you.

And if he comes for

you, he'll get you.

One by one, you'll start

to fall before night's over.

"Ru get you all."

His name is Madman Marz.

What'd he

say, I couldn't hear him.

His name is Marz.

Madman Marz.

Hey Marz, Madman Marz,

here we are, come

and get us, Madman!

Madman Marz!

Oh Richie, now you've done it!

Don't you realize you're fooling

with things beyond

your control?!

The Madman Marz doesn't

understand anymore!

Madman Marz thinks

you're making fun of him.

He didn't mean it, Marz!

He's young and foolish and

doesn't know what he's doing!

Stay where you are,

we mean you no harm!

Let's hope that

stopped him in time.

If not, no one is safe

in the woods tonight.

Anyone alone in the woods.

You can't hear him,

you can't see him.

You smell his odor of death,

and you turn

around, and suddenly

this horribly mutilated

face stares down at you.

It's the last thing

you see before zap!

Off goes your head.

I hope you enjoyed

my little story.

It's my way of saying goodbye

and good luck to you children.

Tomorrow, your

parents will be up

to spend the last weekend

before Thanksgiving,

and my winter

vacation down South.

I enjoyed your company-

Okay, when we break,

TP and the boys

will have the responsibility

of killing the fire.

Everybody else will get

ready for the walk back

and remember, don't walk in

the woods alone 'cause...

The Madman Marz will get you!

That's right.

Betsy, what's a Madman Marz?

It's nothing, honey,

it's just a figment

of Max's imagination, something

he made up to scare

you, that's all.

Oh, he sure did that all right,

I was so scared I

couldn't open my eyes.

And it's all right,

nobody's gonna

come and get me and

chop off my head?

Don't worry, honey, nobody's

gonna hurt you, I'll

make sure of that, okay?

Now you join the other girls

and don't worry

about a thing, huh?

Tonight, same time?

Well if it isn't

the big brave man

who scares little

girls to tears.

Proud of yourself?

What's the matter?

You scared half those kids

to death, that's

what's the matter.

Come on, Betsy, it's all

in fun, they enjoyed it.

Now what about tonight?

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