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 screams. No more Just you and me, a gun three, and nothing else between me and these door! You brinf the fur... I'll bring the fight! Hey Foxy! Come get a bite! 'Cause I'm sirviving five nights!