Walking and stalking
All throught the night
The siluette of a man
Heavy boots on pavement
Echos trouigh the fog
At the witchinghour
By the shadow of
The lamppost he stands
Face pale as snow
Scares over his eyes
Stitches over his mouth
Turned to a monster
By the eternal night
He is your nightmares
But he is very mutch alive
HE IS THE NIGHTWANDERER