[D. Wayne / K. Vanderhoof / C. Wells]
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Better flood that restless soul of ecstacy and fright
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In a path, splattered gore all through the night
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Wakin' up at midnight, my bodies soaked in sweat
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All my friends are down the stairs, watching the TV set
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Hearing now a scratching noise outside my window pane
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Wondering if it's real or am I going insane
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Running fast to lock the doors, a banshee now awaits
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Seconds count, I warn my friends, or is it now too late?
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A friend of mine is the first one out to check
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[inaudible]
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Ripping flesh, <i>[something]</i> fly, we hear them slowly die
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Then the cry of the banshee..., we run for our life
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Scream! Scream for your life!
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Scream! Scream for your life!
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Ahh! No!
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(My Favorite) Nightmare
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| Metal Church |
