The click of bootheels in this menacing night His roaming eye, bringing dreams of fright He brings Hell's frigid chill with him here So hold on to your soul, he evokes mortal fear
Just terror Just horror Just terror Just horror
He's wicked evil, vile, no, worse He's Randall Flag, and he's a walking curse His Medusa grin will hold your stare And you've heard that saying, "It'll curl your hair"
With terror With horror Etc.
The time is ripe for armageddon The dark one corrupts the souls he treads on So if your soul is black as night Then jump aboard his legions of fright
For terror For horror Etc.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
