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Crawling, creeping
Never sleeping

We are the demons that haunt your dreams
The monsters that cause all those pained screams

The shadows in the alley
The devils in the valley

The ghouls in the cemetery
The ghosts in the mortuary

The groaning, moaning, walking dead
That creature beneath your bed

We consume hatred, loathing, fear,
Of the many cries that we hear

The bloodied pan, the spirit within that haunted fan,
The specter of the poor, forgotten, murdered man

For we are the creatures of the night,
Hear our cry and run in fright,

The creatures you thought once were just fancy
Have just sneaked in and murdered your fiancée

That unusual phantom in the basement,
You shall soon be its replacement

The irregular splotch on the ceiling,
Gives you such a abysmal feeling

And you wonder how – just how?–
Does that fortune begins to bother you now

That one you had told,
So far, so long ago –
Just how, how old? –
You can hear Death beckoning Hello