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!