Listen, do you hear them drawing near,. In their search for the sinners?. Feeding on the power of our fear,. And the evil within us.. Incarnation of Satan's creation of all that we dread,.
Lord, I'm feelin' down, I've got no one to turn to. Boy, I need you 'round, these lonely nights are hard to get through. I'll get down on my knees, honey, if I have to.