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It´s midnight, a night-owl
is howling on a withering tree
but watch out, there´s something
Going on, on the cemetery
the body-snatcher
is digging up the graves
bone-marauding
no human corpse is safe

He´s a night stalker
he´s a grave-robber
he´s a madman
he´s eager for some prey
he´s a night stalker
he´s a grave-robber
You got to call on him
ten pounds are his pay

By the light of a candle
he´s doing his dirty work
he shatters the coffins
and the black rats are on the lurk
the grave is plundered
a dead dog lies close by
a cab´s removing
the dawn is in the sky

He´s a night stalker
he´s a grave-robber
he´s a madman
he´s eager for some prey
he´s a night stalker
he´s a grave-robber
You got to call on him
ten pounds are his pay

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