5 acessos
Ever feel that the dead are watching you
It's not your subconscious mind
They are preparing for attack
They watch you
In your sleep
They'll come to take your life
When you shut your eyes
At night
The dark soul wonders around
You will feel
A cold knife on your throat
He will slit it open
You better get out, get out
Before it's to late
Or else
You will be mince meat