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To Krampus now offer we a little song
His house is so silent, but findeth no peace
He ponders the fetters that he still must forge
For children who have to do penance for sins

He sneers and he snickers at whining and woe
And chains them up tight, no matter how they beg
Drinks blood from the fingerkins he has hacked off
So beware, little children, of Krampusnight!