Vārdi: Fright (The). Born To Be Dead. Mask.

Mutism killer one
Soulless innocence catcher
Pure evil slitting shadow
With eyes blacker than the night

Unrepentant homicides
Done with a butcher knife
Behind this mask is so much hatred
This cold heart will beat forever more

And if she dies tonight, he will be sure
In this damn night, he will be sure
If she dies tonight, he will be sure
On Halloween, everyone must die

Murdering killer-clown-child
With ambitions to kill his own blood
Not untill the last blood dies
The evil's slleeping In the haunted house

And if she dies tonight, he will be sure
In this damn night, he will be sure
If she dies tonight, he will be sure
On Halloween, everyone must die

He will ever be by her side
If she's calling
Not until the last blood dies
If she's calling
He will ever find her
If she's calling
Not untill the last blood dies
Come on Michael
Come on Michael