Jag Panzer

[lyrics by Harry Conklin]
Town clock echo splits the night,
the witching hour moves even closer to the brink of time that is at hand.
Sound of heels pound the street from the curse that rules the town.
Chill of death has come to reap the damned.
For years ago he went away and now he's back to claim
the unsuspected souls to justify his death.
Oh, foolish one, you'd best make haste. There is no time
to contemplate. The hammer brings the twelfth and your last breath.
He's the one who holds the night in the hollow of his hand.
Evil reigning ruler of the dark
Striking with a furious urge, a thunderbolt from hell.
Everything he touches bears his mark.
Seeking no amusement in any lovers foolish games