The Memoir of Derry Strum: His Final Reign (Now on Spotify and Amazon Music!)

© 2025 Furbifier We watched the sky turn black with screams His shadow stitched into our dreams No priest, no god, no holy flame Could cleanse the town that spoke his name We were just people, scared and small Locked our doors, ignored the call He haunted streets we used to know Turned quiet homes into a horror show He wore their faces, stitched in gore Hung their hearts on every door He drank the dark, he fed on pain And danced along his murderous reign We saw the walls begin to bleed He carved his gospel into need But this time, we did not run We forged a plan to leave him dead No magic words, no sacred light Just neighbors ready for a fight We swore we’d end what fear began Together, broken—but we stand It’s time to bring Derry Strum down while we can! We built the pit from shattered stone Filled it deep with ash and bone We sang no hymns, we rang no bell We drag this devil back to hell 1, 2, 3, 4, we nailed him to the cellar floor 5, 6, 7, 8, we fed his soul to fear and hate 9, 10, the rite was cast—he screamed, but couldn’t last Derry Strum, your reign is done We broke your bones one by one No more mist, no more disguise We watched the rot leave your eyes Derry Strum, the devil’s breath We drowned you in a crimson death He snapped the chains with one last scream Eyes like fire, teeth that gleamed But we were ready to end his scheme One stepped forward, eyes like stone And faced him completely alone They took the blade, they made the mark Lit the flame and pierced the dark With one last cry, they struck him down— And silence swallowed every sound 1, 2, 3, 4, he’s not walking anymore 5, 6, 7, 8, we sealed his fate beneath the gate 9, 10, the silence wins—he’ll never rise again Derry Strum, your tale is ash We burned your grin, we broke your mask No more whispers, no more dread We crowned the living, buried you dead Derry Strum, the final breath We turned your legend into death So if you hear a tale once told Of boots and bone and nights gone cold Don’t speak his name, don’t feed the flame We buried him beneath our pain And now the town breathes free again Derry Strum is dead—Amen Hahahaha