Generally Hostile

Town clock echo splits the night
The witching hour moves even closer to the brink of time that is at hand
Sound of heels pound the street from the curse that rules the town
Chill of death has come to reap the damned
For years ago he went away and now he’s back to claim
The unsuspected souls to justify his death
Oh, foolish one, you’d best make haste. There is no time
To contemplate. The hammer brings the twelfth and your last breath
He’s the one who holds the night in the hollow of his hand
Evil reigning ruler of the dark
Striking with a furious urge, a thunderbolt from hell
Everything he touches bears his mark
Seeking no amusement in any lovers foolish games
But go ahead and let them all begin
He lives his life in malice, not a single night in shame
Burning bright the everlasting flames of sin
I’m a man who shows no mercy for the weak
No mercy!
Dangling at the end of your rope, can’t you see it’s 'round your neck
Desolation of another kind
Your head’s in heaven flying high. Your heart’s in hell burning lust
Infatuation’s always in your mind
You’re the perfect sinner, yes, the one who stabbed me
In the back. You’ve got no guts, just like the rest
Thrust my blade in, give a twist, tear a scream from your lips
One o’clock takes your final breath