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
In the year of their lord
1855
His breath, it cracks and spits
For every waiting life
Underneath a waxing moon
His dull dagger gleams
They alway beg and plead
But there's no mercy here
Welcome, Mr Night
We've been expecting you
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
Welcome, night
