When moonlight drips into the frame
And darkness marks stray souls to claim
He stands in vigil, taking aim
The hour belongs to the Watchword

In shattered halls where pupils sleep
He peers through peepholes, counting sheep
He draws his lens and with a sweep
The hour belongs to the Watchword

The signal flickers, dark and red
From the buzz box by your bed
Transmissions of this evening's dread

And in a flash
Click, click
The hour belongs to the Watchword

When mischief longs you from your cot
And focus twists and shadows plot
He winds, he aims, he takes his shot
The hour belongs to the Watchword

Meanwhile, back at the vault
In ambеr light where prints are tracеd
He trains a dogged eye
By negatives, he stamps the fleece
And hangs them out to dry
Exposed in baths
Inverted cut
In rows of numbered faces
Developed in observance
Aired as chilling nightly cases

The signal flickers, dark and red
From the buzz box by your bed
Transmissions of this evening's dread

And in a flash
Click, click
The hour belongs to the Watchword

Restless ears should hit the sack
For he holds service on n*** backs
And pictures you in white or black
The hour belongs to the Watchword
The hour belongs to the Watchword

Tonight's case: "Out Beyond the Depths"
It all began with a dame