When the night falls

And the moon shines

Three knocks you'll hear

On the door resound.

You may be curious

Of who would so dare,

But don't go check

For she is there.

It might not be

The safest choice

To look outside

For who did knock.

But if you go

Right there, you'll see

A frail old hag

With hair white and thin.

If you look at her

It's too late, I fear

She'll twist her hairs

And form a silver key.

You can run 

Or you can hide

She'll open your door,

Now she's inside.

So if you hear 

Three knocks sound off

At dead of night

Do not respond.

Hide someplace safe

And cover your eyes

Wait for the sun

And it's saving light.

You might still sense

The swiftest scent

Of graveyard dirt

And of incense.

She got inside

And found no one

And left alone 

With the rising sun.

But if she finds you,

And you see her

She'll take you too

Into her tomb.