Something here seems foul,
Something here just reeks of blood and suffering,
Could it be these halls are echoing of death?
We’ll see.
In all my dreams I see,
A maze of halls with bloody walls,
And countless scrawls reminding me «IT'S ME!»
Don’t play these games, you’ve lost your fright,
I’m armed with more than a light,
And I’m surviving five nights!
No phones, no screens, no more,
Just you and me, a gun or three,
And nothing else between me and this door…
You bring the fur, I’ll bring the fight.
Hey Foxy, come get a bite,
Cause I’m surviving five nights!