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As the night turns cold and the moonlingt appears

Window silouhette becoming your worst fear

Green and red sweater, with knives on his hand

What you thought was a nightmare, in front of you he stands

Holding your breath, you stand their afraid

As he laughs at your suffering and fear

And in the blink of an eye, your life it passes by

You scream, but no one can hear

Do you know what's out there, bumping in the night

Do you know what's out there, when it's not in sight

If you don't know what's out there, how will you make it through the night?

Deep in the woods, near a cabin by the lake

With your woman getting ready for the take

Just when you think that you have passed her little test

A machete from above plows through her treasured chest

Holding your breath, you stand there afraid

As the hockey-masked legend has returned from the grave

Yelling and screaming, blood pumps through your veins

As the edge of an ax crashes through your brain