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I awoke to a sound that night

The scratching on the windowpane

The sky was dark and menacing

Without even a hint of rain

It beckoned me out of my warm bed

And into the cold, dark street

I closed my eyes and suddenly

Lost the ground beneath my feet

I floated there, confused an unaware

A figure had appeared, it could sense my fear

He was so glorious and divine

Too wondrous to behold

But he was evil and malicious

The epitome of cold

The things he whispered in my ear

Made me shed a tear

Fantasies of bloodshed and dismay

The end would come someday

I floated there, confused and unaware

A figure had appeared, it could sense my fear

I was so afraid.

Just take me to my grave.

Just take me by the hand.

Lead us to the End of Man.