Plum night in this whiskey village
He knows right
Lots of worms and pillage
He'll ream tonight and scream
At their clawing on the walls
He'll dream tonight and waste all the wicked in the halls
Hear them breathing in the cellar
Taste 'em on the harvest moon
Rhythm like the clutching daggers
Never kill the Knights of June
Never kill the Knights of June
Plum night, in this whiskey village
He knows right and screams at the clawing on the walls