You're looking mighty fine this evening lady
Keep your Soul, but your flesh will be mine
Peeping through the holes where you used to have eyes
Drop dead gorgeous face perched on top of severed spine
You can't keep those precious things forever

God has the day,
But this is the time when the Devil plays
Cracked crow skulls call on the night fall
Broken fingernails
Hear the Nightingale
Hear the ghouls' wail
Your face is pale

Did you hear the one about the mental patient?
They stuck a severed hand in her bed
When it was lights out the screaming started
Shrill shrieks to slash pleasant dreams and turn all things into Nightmares
Patients in neighboring rooms took up a chorus of wailing
The halls vibrated with violent horror
The two culprits shivered
Then, suddenly
Silence
Deafening silence
Paralyzing silence
Silence so deep you'd hardly believe that you weren't asleep if it weren't for the sound of your own heart beat
The pranksters stared at each other
Placed a hand on the ****
And with a growing sense of foreboding
They turned the **** and let the door swing open

There, crouched in the corner
Was a grotesque thing with eyes and hair of stark white
Twisted into a banshee by her inescapable fright
And she was biting at something gripped tight in her hands
Gnawing at the severed one they had placed in her bed
Her lips and teeth were stained blood red

There's nothing to fear but the fear of the dead
There are no monsters but the ones in our head
Give me peace
Give me God
Let me walk
Through the fog
But when things go bump in the night and shadows dance on the walls
And things rise up from the swamps and the bogs
And phantoms screech and owls watch
I'll maintain my fear of the dark