Better flood that restless soul of ecstasy and fright
In a path, splattered gore all through the night
Wakin' up at midnight, my bodies soaked in sweat
All my friends are down the stairs, watching the TV set
Hearing now a scratching noise outside my window pane
Wondering if it's real or am I going insane
Running fast to lock the doors, a banshee now awaits
Seconds count, I warn my friends, or is it now too late?
Mr. Badass friend of mine is the first one out to check
But all we hear there go, blood splatters on the deck
Ripping flesh, entrails fly, we hear him slowly die
Then the cry of the banshee, ripping the night
Scream, scream for your life x3
Ahh, no
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