Текст песни: On the Doorstep + перевод

At night, at night my house becomes a monster

My attic is a den where lives a mighty killer

Who’s got the face of many men

At night my attic becomes a den

My garden becomes a haunted maze

With smells of evil stenches in a poison haze

A gust brings the moans and desperate whispers

Of the past victims of the monster

I stare at the dark matter — Hoping for the light Hopelessly I flee the unknown

things of the night

At night, at night my bed is my conscience’s bed

I wait like Lazarus for the light of day

A noise in the attic makes my blood cold

I cannot blink and my breath I must hold

Because I know that the night is the danger

On my doorstep is a ghost, a rapist and a killer

Maybe with the right name put on the right fear

The rapist I can kill and his ghost will disappear

It seems I’m awake but I’m afraid to see

Prisoner of terrible things that linger with me

Why does heaven turn to hell when it’s dark

All the lights are out but evil does not rest

Those visions of nightmare I cannot forget

Are a taste of the thing on my doorstep

Those visions of nightmare I cannot forget

Are a taste of the thing on my doorstep

I’m hoping for the light

I’m hoping for the light

I’m hoping for the light

Перевод песни On the Doorstep