he knows when you are sleeping
if you’ve been bad or good
the secrets you’ve been keeping

his black cloak is long and flowing
his horns curl out of a woolen hood
he knows when you are sleeping

he knows what you’ve been stealing
you took anything you could
the secrets you’ve been keeping

the chains he wears are clanging
his staff a dark snakewood
he knows when you are sleeping

he knows the rules you’ve been breaking
you didn’t listen when you should
and all the secrets you’ve keeping

his fangs are bared, long tongue flickering
if only you were good
he knows when you are sleeping
and all the secrets you’ve keeping