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!