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Better flood that restless soul of ecstasy 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?

Mister badass friend of mine is the first one out to check

Through the door we hear the gulps and splatters on the deck

Ripping flesh, entrails fly, we hear him slowly die

Then the cry of the banshee deep in the night

Scream! Scream for your life!

Scream! Scream for your life!

Ahh! No!