Welcome, Night - Witchery

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!