Album: American Psycho
In the night
I hear their voices calling
They seem to speak my name
Glowin' bright
I see the eyes of demons
Reaching out beyond the grave
And I... Think from Hell they came
Oh! I... Think from Hell they came
Dark the night
Their cries so lonely
Feel their need inside
I can't fight
This eternal longing
Feast of flesh these ghouls tonight...
And I... Think from Hell they came
Oh! I... Think from Hell they came