See the child, pentagram in hand

There's nothing that can stop him

Psychopathic mind, misdirected wrath

Towards all who dwell around him

But they'll blame it on us

And our music

Throats and faces slashed

The raping it would last

Into victims, dying

He broke into their room

Sense impending doom

Suspended animation

Enjoying the pain

Of his victims



Oh, Nightstalker looms

Inside of drugs

Nightstalker, Nightstalker

You'll blame it on song

But you are wrong

Nightstalker, Nightstalker

What you don't understand

And you can't comprehend

Don't you try to explain it

Until you live alone

And feel the coldness roam

Throughout your hollow soul

Still you'll blame it on us

And our music



The night convicts you once more

Like a bed traps a whore

There's no escaping black instinct

You've damned the innocent to blame

Inflicting on us false shame

Salem's children close to the link



So take a look at yourself

And worry 'bout no one else

Take a look all around you

Maybe someone you know

Will need for you to show

How it is that you found it