Walk away slow or they'll tear you apart,
And laugh all day long as they rip out your heart,
Golden eyes will see you if you try to stand still,
The screelings will get you, for the Keeper they kill.

Hack 'em up, chop 'em up, cut 'em to bits,
Or else they will get you while laughing in fits,
If the screelings don't get you, the Keeper will try,
To reach out and touch you, your skin he will fry.

Your mind he will flail, your soul he will take,
You'll sleep with the dead, for life you'll forsake,
You'll die will the Keeper 'til the end of time,
He hates that you live, your life is the crime.

The screelings will get you, it says so in text,
If the screelings don't get you, the Keeper is next,
Lest He Who's Born True, Can Fight For Life's Bond,
And That One Is Marked, He's The Pebble In The Pond.