The clock reads ten
And blinds all the way down.
There's a thunderstorm, there's evil flying around.
Waits two hours and gets on with it!
Homemakers are preparing the bedrooms
Contrasting showers, hot tea.
All doors tight, shutters tight
They are protected by Pierre's barking.
The last night-light extinguishes the eyes
The whole house is retiring,
And the wicked are waiting and sharpening their claws.
Preparing his fatal plan!
It's past midnight
Sounds louder
A violent knock pierces the door,
The leaves hiss, creeping up the windows,
And a thin serpent of a shadow!
She slips quietly into the harbor,
And opens the door with a key.
And Pierre is lying there, not barking at all,
The mouth is silent and the tail is floppy!
He's no help this evening
He's hypnotized, he's out of his mind!
And the wicked get their souls high.
It's the third move in his game!
Flying quietly and silently
Wounds, everything's upside down,
Draws signs with wit
Burns the best with fire!
She doesn't think about people
She doesn't know how to be a friend.
She doesn't know the fates
And not ready to love!
She's her own boss
She's her own boss
Tonight's the debauchery
And tomorrow, executioner style!
Final touch,
Throws a match into the home's trembling fireplace
And like a deaf hysteric
Breaks up the serpentine with a bang.
She flies and throws
Bits of bright fire
Everything's aflame
She doesn't care, it's her game!
With the dawn, the evil disappears.
But there's no more home to come back to
A mute chord plays lightly
And the rain washes away life's path!
The clock reads ten
And the curtains are tight to the floor.
There's a new plan being prepared by the evil one,
And chooses a new home ...