Riddle One:
I know, yet I don't,
For I nonetheless pledge in vain.
To cease this prattle, yet it won't,
For it nevertheless is easy to gain.
Riddle Two:
Fear not, I wander through the days,
Unfolding the people's invisible flaws.
I'm the sculptor of their deeds, my weapon is clay,
I know nothing, yet everything; either way, they're stuck in my claws.
Riddle Three:
The most harmful thing I dread is vision,
I can't help but treat it with no pity.
No matter what happens, my shield is derision,
For my destiny prevails over iniquity.
Riddle Four:
Get ready to begin the final verse;
Unfortunate, your blood shall be spilt, no matter what you say.
My work is too gory, berserk and perverse,
And you know too much; therefore, I must slay.
Riddle Five:
There are no schmaltzy stories,
For nobody is my hero.
Unable to bear the burden my soul carries,
I salute, unwilling to let my wounds grow.
I know, yet I don't,
For I nonetheless pledge in vain.
To cease this prattle, yet it won't,
For it nevertheless is easy to gain.
Riddle Two:
Fear not, I wander through the days,
Unfolding the people's invisible flaws.
I'm the sculptor of their deeds, my weapon is clay,
I know nothing, yet everything; either way, they're stuck in my claws.
Riddle Three:
The most harmful thing I dread is vision,
I can't help but treat it with no pity.
No matter what happens, my shield is derision,
For my destiny prevails over iniquity.
Riddle Four:
Get ready to begin the final verse;
Unfortunate, your blood shall be spilt, no matter what you say.
My work is too gory, berserk and perverse,
And you know too much; therefore, I must slay.
Riddle Five:
There are no schmaltzy stories,
For nobody is my hero.
Unable to bear the burden my soul carries,
I salute, unwilling to let my wounds grow.