The one of the night

Some say he stalks the night
Brings fear and pain to his delight
He likes to lurk with the shadows
Waiting for the prey to come

He lets his duty go unsung
But we all know he's here for the souls
No one knows who he will choose
No one knows who they will lose

At night he waits
Before the gate
To reap a petty spirit
We all fear it
The masked death awaits
Right before he takes
Away the soul that shall bake
He smiles to himself
And passes through the gates