| Better flood that restless soul of ecstacy and fright
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| In a path, splattered gore all through the night
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| Wakin’up at midnight, my bodies soaked in sweat
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| All my friends are down the stairs, watching the TV set
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| Hearing now a scratching noise outside my window pane
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| Wondering if it’s real or am I going insane
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| Running fast to lock the doors, a banshee now awaits
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| Seconds count, I warn my friends, or is it now too late?
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| A friend of mine is the first one out to check
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| (inaudible)
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| Ripping flesh, (something) fly, we hear them slowly die
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| Then the cry of the banshee…, we run for our life
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| Scream! |
| Scream for your life! |