Suddenly before you could ever even know,
There's a frost-biting chill as if it were snow.
It's just like a fear that bites at your heart,
But it's probably Valeria, who waits in the yard.
You're waiting and waiting, but it just won't go away,
And the tapping begins in the cruel light of day.
It's a gentle little sound, with the twinkling of a star,
So it's probably Valeria, who waits in the yard.
The tapping is thunderous, it just shall not cease,
So soon you shall wonder: should you ever find peace?
It's seductive, and subtle, yet it gives you a start,
But you know it's Valeria, who waits in the yard.
You just couldn't refrain, so you opened the door,
You saw nothing there, but a knife on the floor.
It's fresh, staining blood, and you knew you couldn't part,
From the she who's named Valeria . . . who left your corpse in the yard.