The clock strikes twelve - why, is it noon?

The clock strikes twelve - why, is it noon?

Perhaps the bell meant midnight,

The skies above with stars alight -

I do not know and cannot see it!

What, midnight! Light ray of hope!

He who plundered many a grave in nights before,

the grave digger, he might sneak up to me

and, shocked in himself, might free me, still alive!

But what treasure should he seek here?

He knows darn well he won't find anything on me!

A golden ring would be my rescue,

The only thing you get for free is death!