[D. Wayne / K. Vanderhoof / C. Wells]



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!