The stranger came

In town with a music show

All were curious

All were bored

In that small town

He wore an eccentric

Black wizard's hat

And a vampire's cloak—yes

A vampire's cloak

A \"vampire's cloak\"

He collects tales

And he is \"hungry\"

He collects tales

And he \"is hungry\"

And on the astonished fools

Fell the first drops of music

Cold as snowflakes

Then burning, like lava sparks

The music grew dark

And everyone grew restless

He collects tales

And he is hungry

He collects tales

And he \"is hungry\"

Trees are falling

The hawks are dropping don't you see?

The crows are draping

The night sky in black velvet

Not a star, not the moon;

They've left us behind

He collects tales

And he is hungry

He collects tales

And he \"is hungry\"

This city is burning up too

We should leave

The stranger stopped

Pensive, and looked down

\"I collect tales\", he said

\"And this is surely

An interesting story\"

He collects tales

And he \"is hungry\"

He collects tales

And he \"is hungry\"

The lady in dark

Feathers smiled at him

Preparations were complete

For the music show to begin

\"Let the music come to you

Embrace its notes

Open the gates to its kingdom\"