The sky is growing dark 

You should pack your bags and leave your children behind 

I hear Egypt is nice this time of year 

The shadows from outside are creeping in here 

In dreams it seems you're lacking of 

The dreams you need to wake up just to run out of luck 


Careful, the monster is round that corner 

And he's waiting for blood tonight 

He knows that you might fight back 


Your eyes are growing dark 

The windows to your soul are showing off 

It's hard for me to say “that's how I like it”, baby 

The screaming from the cellar never helps 


You're dreams they seem to leave you so alone 

In dreams it seems you can't fight but some weapons would be nice 


Careful, the monster is down that hallway 

Drooling over your tasty arm 

He knows that you can't harm him ever 


But he doesn't know, you've got an exorcism show 

But now he knows 

Rot in hell, rot in hell