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