At the midnight hour when the sky is dark as pitch,
I will come for you. I creep on through your bedroom window
or walk right through your door; don't bother locking them,
I'll get in anyway. You could be awake or asleep,
I'm not very picky. Black, white, yellow, I'm not racist.
Your wealth means nothing to me. The poor and the rich
will be as one in my eyes. Are you young? Or are you old?
You may think age will save you but you are wrong. No one is safe
from my hand of everlasting gloom when I call your name you
cannot hide from me. Everyone will be taken into my abyss