[lyrics by Harry Conklin] Your time has come the full moon's in the air Hear the cry of the jackal in the hills Scent of smoke fills your nostrils as the wind blows back your hair Paint the canvas black if you will Watch out there's a man who wants your soul It won't be long till he finds you Don't look back at the shadow on the wall With hands outstretched to grab you So don't let the reaper catch you sitting still. NO! Feel the touch on your shoulder as you turn your head around Take heed, my friend, of the reaper's blade Oh, come, you happy hearted, let your empty minds be filled Don't let your hallowed soul be betrayed Fix your eyes on the crowd, don't let your stare astray See them practice magic in the air As they cry their incantations, oh, their damned insinuations Mix the sea with the blood moon, but beware Blood moon sitting high up in the sky Oh, you're the spotlight that can k** Blood moon bleeding on the world tonight It will take your heart and change your will "So don't let the reaper catch you sitting still!"