Have you ever heard the murderous screams

Like something from your darkest dreams

Or seen the red eyes that shine thru the night

Or the long white hands prepare the dark rite

Nothing can explain its drive to kill

In the stolid night nothing seems real

No one that's seen it has lived to tell

Of the creature that's come from hell



CREATURE, CREATURE, CREATURE



Barren and desolate the nights are stark

Only a fool dares venture after dark

Those of who do soon face its glare

Afterwards, noises incoherent fill the air

It can happen on any darkened night

When there's not even a hope of light

The screams of the slain will often be heard

Testifying another killing has occured



CREATURE, CREATURE, CREATURE



The night is its kingdom and death is its lord

Those of who enter have their bodies gored

One upon another the corpses pile up

The blood used to fill its sacrificial cup

Do you ever hear on the darkest nights

The murderous screams of the sacrificial rites

Or see the red eyes that glow thru the mist

How could such a creature come to exist



CREATURE, CREATURE, CREATURE