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 [bad word] fast to lock the doors, a banshee now awaits
Seconds count, I warn my friends, or is it now too late?

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..., [bad word] for our life

Scream! Scream for your life!
Scream! Scream for your life!
Ahh! No!