Welcome, Night

Peering through the east-end mist, with a gaze impure
Counting down his victim-list, his taste obscure
Shadows chase the candlelight, as white eyes burn
Death is in the air tonight, he waits his turn
Soul reaper of the underworld, high-born and bred
Whispering forgotten words, from years long past
Servant of the queen by right, her chosen one
Keeper of the seance prime, the last in line
Ravens call, welcome, night
The uninvited one has arrived!
Ravens call, welcome, night
The uninvited one is inside!
1855 in the year of their lord
His breath, it cracks and spits
For every waiting life
Underneath a waxing moon
His dull dagger gleams
They always beg and plead
But there’s no mercy here
Then he’s gone, a blur in time, into the fog of the waiting night
A pound of flesh, coins on the eyes, not one cared, no one dared ask why
As it comes, so it goes, a stench of death in the morning light
A pound of flesh, coins on the eyes, not one cared, no one dared ask why
Welcome, night!