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