I write to them the good old police
To see if they can ever catch a thief
Of stolen souls and bleeding hearts
And crimson tears that fall like stars

For I am the silent shadow of lust
My appetite I feed I know I must
I'll sneak into your room at the midnight hour
And feed upon you yeah I'll devour

And when the morning comes anew
And light of the sun shines
Around your room
How the red of death will glint
Smeared on the walls with a hint
Of cocky means from you know who

But bless the police for they do not see
How on earth they'll catch me
One step ahead in the game
Oh chief inspector your so lame

Onto the next one soon enough
In a few days I'll release my gruff
And sneak once again into a room
And there I'll stay spreading my doom