Don Black - The Master's Song lyrics

RENFIELD Two years ago I was minding my business Tending my garden at sunrise I heard a voice in my head that intrigued me I answered yes, was I unwise? Thus it began all the long preparation he needed for his plan He cannot enter without invitation and I was his man That's why; I always know what he's thinking I always know when he's drinking and from whom When he slips in some ones room Oh yes, I always know who he's after I hear his triumphant laughter in my head When he finds some new well bred, undead He sails across the seven seas His ship cuts through the waves And when the crimson moon comes up He drinks the blood of slaves We have waited long, for the masters song It's time to join in the chorus Sing his song sing it loud and strong And the master may give you new life I can't speak of the master You must understand that all of this is confidential Take my word for it preparedness is quintessential I'm ready, I'm ready, and soon I'll be free I'll be free... The schooner runs before the storm The crew is all below The captain fights to steer a course The master strikes him so! Trust me; I always know what he's thinking I always know where he's sinking those sharp teeth I know where to send the wreath! Master, they think a locked door prevents you You're on your way I can sense you Through the window, through the grating Through the floorboard, through the fanlight Comes the mist. And your kissed!