Piano Magic

It's the night of the hunter
It's the night of the long knives
It's the night of the hunter
And you can justify all you like
Sleep tight, this snowy night
For spring, you will never see again
Say goodbye to your awful wives
Bid farewell to your awful friends
I'm twenty steps from the jugular
I'm twenty steps from the death
I'm twenty steps from the funeral
I'm twenty steps from your last breath
The shadow falls on the abbatoir gates
As you leave with the stench on your hands