Turn The Lights Out

Turn The Lights Out

When terror stalks the darkest night,
I know his name is Death;
He's come to leave his calling card,
I feel his evil breath.

The rider of a pale horse,
his black heart is so strong.
Like workers on the graveyard shift,
his face is dead and drawn.

But now he waits and shadows fall,
I know it won't be long,
and when my turn has come at last;
turn the lights out, when I'm gone.

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