""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""