Out from the night and the shadows steps a figure,

Nobody really knows his name for sure.

He wears a top hat and a cloak made of velvet,

The inside lined with the blood of innocents.

Whenever he walks the streets at night,

You better run in fright.

He doesn't care

Why you are there

He'll just rip the still beating heart from your chest!

You can try to run and hide in a place that you know best,

But it is useless and only gives him thrill,

And when he finds you the only thing you will feel is a chill.

And as the glint of his knife flashes in your eye,

You will see that everything you know is a lie!