The Master's Song (feat. Euan Morton)

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 someone's 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 master's song
And it's time to join in the chorus
Sing his song, sing it loud and strong
And the master may give you new life

Tell me, who is this master?
Isn't he a figment of your wild imagination?
This is what we doctors call a morbid aberration
I've seen this before

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 kiss

Master, they think a locked door prevents you