A delicate little refrain
Sang the man with the ebony cane
As he rattled a beat
On the cobblestone street
With the tip of his stick
And the soles of his feet
The candle flames flickered
The moonlight would wane
In the wake of the man with the ebony cane

No need of a clever disguise
Had the man with the desolate eyes
Not a beat to his chest
Or a cloud on his breath
Just a welcoming smile
Then a lingering death
You fall to your knees
And accept your demise
In the face of the man with the desolate eyes