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!