Из альбома: Metal Church
[D. Wayne / K. Vanderhoof / C. Wells]
Better flood that restless soul of ecstacy 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?
A friend of mine is the first one out to check
[inaudible]
Ripping flesh, [something] fly, we hear them slowly die
Then the cry of the banshee..., we run for our life
Scream! Scream for your life!
Scream! Scream for your life!
Ahh! No!