I live in a house so veils
With quiet company
A still, stag, stall
A dim-lit hall
Where live the visitor and me
When I hear him I freeze
All the cold, cold creep
Sweeps over me
I'll never see him
But I feel the draft of his dealings

Oh, I'll never see him
But I feel the howl of his boots
Behind those doors

Oh arresting danger
Oh familiar stranger
Oh unwanted mover
Oh enfeebling enemy
Oh binding boarder
Oh unknown invader
Oh that confining
Howl