N a blackest dark of the darkest night Underneath the glow of a candle light In the heat and the heart and the dark and sound and the sound and the sound of the aching hours And the sweat and the stains of the? In the dark with a rolling dice Mr Splitfoot knocks once and twice In the dark of night hear the raven's call Hear the blackened rats scratching through the wall In the walls in the floor in the dark in the heat in the heat in the heat of the blackest hour Feel the creep of the feet digging through the wall See the shape in the darkened door Mr Splitfoot knocks three and four And he looks you up and he looks you down See the velvet heaves of his blackened gown Feel the touch and the heat and the dark and his hands and his hands and his hands reaching round your soul Feel a glow like the flow on a burning? And there's nothing you can do Mr Splitfoot's come to knock for you