[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 kill   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!"