Scream Murder by Savatage
He's chasing you down the alleys of death
Where many have died, and where you will breathe your final breath
Your pulse starts to quicken, blood runs to your head
You start to feel sick by the thought of becomin dead
Scream murder, he's coming for you
Blade in his hand, he knows what to do, yeah
Scream murder, what can you do?
No one to help, it's just him and you
He brings harm to your senses of fear
A feeling that will not disappear, as the bells of midnight toll
Where can you run to? Where can you hide?
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