Within the wolf and part of the hoody crow The shadow of the midnight owl or scorpion at high noon Lord take this tin can from my lips But warmth only comes from burning
The Dark Man's purpose will be served within the secret ways His hands will deal the spades from within the dead deck If you wear the stone be safe for the while But in the dark five minutes won't exist
The Dark Man's face will never deign to let you see its grin His eyes will glitter light from way beyond the flames If you wear the stone be safe for the while But in the dark five minutes won't exist
The Dark Man's feet will always walk the highways underground His face will madly grin from across the high places If you wear the stone be safe for the while But in the dark five minutes won't exist