Candle, blood, wood and bone
Let me in your gracious home
Salt, cinder of smothered flame
Knock, knock, knock, then call my name
I'll come to you on bated breath
Bringing mischief and certain death
So call upon me if you dare
Yet know the price, none is spared
Let not the flame burn away
For it holds the dark at bay
Roam about and do not pause
For I will have you in my claws
Yet listen, listen, to my voice
Fear commands it - you have no choice
Feel my lips upon your skin
Leave the salt, come hither, give in
It is only your mind I want to break
Not your heart, for heaven's sake
I want you begging for release
Crying for mercy, a moment's peace
I taste the blood from your fingertips
Take you roughly between my hips
Scream, now, darling, I know you can
Submit your will to the Midnight Man
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