[Holocaust] According to the legend, the German town of Hamelin was infested by rats One day, a man dressed in a suit of many colors walked into Hamelin with a large hat And offered to rid the town of the pests, for a sum of money When the mayor aggreed, the man drew out a pipe, nothing funny And walked on along the streets playing a haunting tune of haunted sooth All the rats came tumbling out of the house, and followed doom In a hollowed noon, yes, the Pied Piper to the west of river Where they all venacular were drowned, and folklore when the Piper claimed his reward The big mayor refused to pay him like a hound The Piper swore vengeance, once more he walked along the streets Playing a strange melody, quite like how the rats fell asleep But this time all children listened deep, and ran from their homes And followed him to a cave, in a near by hill The cave closed upon on 'em, and the children were still never seen again, for real...
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[Holocaust] In Greek mythology, the craftsmen and inventor, Daedalus pending After killing his apprentice Talos, in envy He fled from Greece to Crete, the Minotaur was a monster with the head Of a bull, and the body of a man, a tale haunting in the land And in that time, the crash and Daedalus constructed the Labyrinth In which, the monster was confined At the order of the King of Crete, he built the Minotaur's Labyrinth To house the Minotaur, many hero's wouldn't battle him The Labyrinth was an intricate building of chambers and passages Constructed walls high and so asked, too complex and confused A person inside, Daedalus' creation, the King of Crete enventually forced Athens to pay him An annual tribute to seven youths and seven maidens These are set up inside the Labyrinth, where they either starve or will devour Finally Theseus joined the group of the victims and killed the Minotaur Rain showered, and Daedalus, when the King refused to let him leave Crete Daedalus built wings of wax and feathers unique For himself and his son Icarus, together they flew away But Icarus few too close to the sun, dunn, and that day And fell to his death, when the wax in his wings melted late Then after to Sicily, Daedalus escaped... -