The Memoir of Derry Strum (Now on Spotify and Amazon Music!)

© 2025 Furbifier Allow me to make an introduction This is my personal memoir Listen close and pay attention This is about to raise some tension Whether you have heard his name Or cower by the sound You’ll soon know who he is I promise not to make you frown Listen close and pay attention I Said it once and I said it twice This man wasn’t very nice His name is Derry Strum He sure loved to cause a fuss He bothered everyone in town Oh Derry Strum, that crooked smile, He strolled through town in demon style. They jeered, they spat, they locked their doors— But he just grinned and planned the gore. 1, 2, 3, 4, he came knocking on my door 5, 6, 7, 8, I sure hope he goes away 9, 10, too late he’s coming in! Derry Strum, he’s coming fast, Leather boots and a haunted past. Screams ignite when he’s around, He’ll burn your name into the ground. Derry Strum, the devil’s son, No place to hide, no place to run. He’s not a myth, he’s not a ghost— He’s the nightmare you fear the most. They feared his grin, they feared his blade, But one cold night, the trap was laid. They lit the church and locked the doors, And Derry burned with all his scores. Ash and bone, they danced and cheered, Believing death had quelled their fear. But smoke doesn’t silence cursed men’s names The ash grew cold, but not for long— It pulsed with hate, it hummed a song. From soot and bone, he rose once more, With fire in eyes and thirst for gore 1, 2, 3, 4, he came knocking on my door 5, 6, 7, 8, I sure hope he goes away 9, 10, too late he’s coming in! Derry Strum, he’s coming fast, Leather boots and a haunted past. Screams ignite when he’s around, He’ll burn your name into the ground. Derry Strum, the devil’s son, No place to hide, no place to run. He’s not a myth, he’s not a ghost— He’s the nightmare you fear the most. Derry Strum, the town is ash He has taken one last laugh Now every grave hums his name