On the Doorstep Lyrics

At night, at night my house becomes a monster

My attic is a den

Where lives a mighty killer

Who's got the face of many men

At night my attic becomes a den

My garden becomes a haunted maze

With smells of evil stenches

In a poisonous haze

A gust brings the moans and desperate whispers

Of the past victims

Of the monster

I stare at the dark matter

Hoping for the light

Hoping for the light

Hopelessly I flee the unknown things

Of the night

At night, at night my bed is my conscience's bed

I wait like Lazarus for the light of day

A noise in the attic makes my blood cold

I cannot blink

And my breath I must hold

Because I know that the night is the danger

On my doorstep is a ghost,

A rapist and a killer

Maybe with the right name

Put on the right fear

The rapist I can kill

His ghost will disappear

It seems I'm awake but I'm afraid to see

Prisoner of terrible things

That linger with me

Why does heaven turn to hell when it's dark

All the lights are out but evil does not rest

Those visions of nightmare I cannot forget

Are a taste of the thing

On my doorstep

Those visions of nightmare I cannot forget

Are a taste of the thing

On my doorstep

I'm hoping for the light

I'm hoping for the light

I'm hoping for the light

For the light