In the blackened night, in the shadows deep,
They crawl from the stories that steal our sleep.
From Elm Street dreams to Haddonfield's town,
They're the monsters who never back down.
Freddy Krueger with his twisted claw,
Cuts through dreams without a flaw.
Michael Myers, cold and still,
In the shadows, he hunts at will.
They're the icons of the dark, the legends of fear,
From a whisper close to a scream that's near.
In every movie, every tale,
They leave a trail so cold and pale.
They haunt our dreams, they rule the night,
These killers live in eternal fright.
Leatherface with his chainsaw's roar,
In Texas fields, he keeps the score.
Ghostface calls from across the line,
"Do you like scary movies? It's time."
Chucky, the doll with the twisted grin,
Innocent eyes but darkness within.
And Hannibal Lecter, calm and polite,
With a taste for fear and a fine appetite.
They're the icons of the dark, the legends of fear,
From a whisper close to a scream that's near.
From hidden lairs to haunted towns,
They wear their masks, kings without crowns.
They haunt our dreams, they rule the night,
These killers live in eternal fright.
Jason Voorhees at Crystal Lake,
With a mask that hides a soul of hate.
In the mist, Victor Crowley waits,
A vengeful ghost with twisted fates.
Art the Clown, with silent screams,
Haunts the night like broken dreams.
Harry Warden, pickaxe in hand,
In the mine, he makes his stand.
There's Pennywise, a clown so strange,
In Derry's depths, his face can change.
Norman Bates in a house on the hill,
Where shadows grow, and time stands still.
Jigsaw's games, cruel and wise,
A puppet of fear with dead, cold eyes.
And Candyman waits for those who dare,
To call his name in midnight air.
They're the icons of the dark, the legends of fear,
From a whisper close to a scream that's near.
A haunting mask, a bloody grin,
These stories hold the darkness within.
They live in fiction, they're never gone,
The killers who keep the terror on.
So lock your doors, and close the blinds,
The icons lurk in twisted minds.
In every story, they'll rise again,
Fictional fears, eternal friends.
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In the blackened night, in the shadows deep,
They crawl from the stories that steal our sleep.
From Elm Street dreams to Haddonfield's town,
They're the monsters who never back down.
Freddy Krueger with his twisted claw,
Cuts through dreams without a flaw.
Michael Myers, cold and still,
In the shadows, he hunts at will.
They're the icons of the dark, the legends of fear,
From a whisper close to a scream that's near.
In every movie, every tale,
They leave a trail so cold and pale.
They haunt our dreams, they rule the night,
These killers live in eternal fright.
Leatherface with his chainsaw's roar,
In Texas fields, he keeps the score.
Ghostface calls from across the line,
"Do you like scary movies? It's time."
Chucky, the doll with the twisted grin,
Innocent eyes but darkness within.
And Hannibal Lecter, calm and polite,
With a taste for fear and a fine appetite.
They're the icons of the dark, the legends of fear,
From a whisper close to a scream that's near.
From hidden lairs to haunted towns,
They wear their masks, kings without crowns.
They haunt our dreams, they rule the night,
These killers live in eternal fright.
Jason Voorhees at Crystal Lake,
With a mask that hides a soul of hate.
In the mist, Victor Crowley waits,
A vengeful ghost with twisted fates.
Art the Clown, with silent screams,
Haunts the night like broken dreams.
Harry Warden, pickaxe in hand,
In the mine, he makes his stand.
There's Pennywise, a clown so strange,
In Derry's depths, his face can change.
Norman Bates in a house on the hill,
Where shadows grow, and time stands still.
Jigsaw's games, cruel and wise,
A puppet of fear with dead, cold eyes.
And Candyman waits for those who dare,
To call his name in midnight air.
They're the icons of the dark, the legends of fear,
From a whisper close to a scream that's near.
A haunting mask, a bloody grin,
These stories hold the darkness within.
They live in fiction, they're never gone,
The killers who keep the terror on.
So lock your doors, and close the blinds,
The icons lurk in twisted minds.
In every story, they'll rise again,
Fictional fears, eternal friends.
They crawl from the stories that steal our sleep.
From Elm Street dreams to Haddonfield's town,
They're the monsters who never back down.
Freddy Krueger with his twisted claw,
Cuts through dreams without a flaw.
Michael Myers, cold and still,
In the shadows, he hunts at will.
They're the icons of the dark, the legends of fear,
From a whisper close to a scream that's near.
In every movie, every tale,
They leave a trail so cold and pale.
They haunt our dreams, they rule the night,
These killers live in eternal fright.
Leatherface with his chainsaw's roar,
In Texas fields, he keeps the score.
Ghostface calls from across the line,
"Do you like scary movies? It's time."
Chucky, the doll with the twisted grin,
Innocent eyes but darkness within.
And Hannibal Lecter, calm and polite,
With a taste for fear and a fine appetite.
They're the icons of the dark, the legends of fear,
From a whisper close to a scream that's near.
From hidden lairs to haunted towns,
They wear their masks, kings without crowns.
They haunt our dreams, they rule the night,
These killers live in eternal fright.
Jason Voorhees at Crystal Lake,
With a mask that hides a soul of hate.
In the mist, Victor Crowley waits,
A vengeful ghost with twisted fates.
Art the Clown, with silent screams,
Haunts the night like broken dreams.
Harry Warden, pickaxe in hand,
In the mine, he makes his stand.
There's Pennywise, a clown so strange,
In Derry's depths, his face can change.
Norman Bates in a house on the hill,
Where shadows grow, and time stands still.
Jigsaw's games, cruel and wise,
A puppet of fear with dead, cold eyes.
And Candyman waits for those who dare,
To call his name in midnight air.
They're the icons of the dark, the legends of fear,
From a whisper close to a scream that's near.
A haunting mask, a bloody grin,
These stories hold the darkness within.
They live in fiction, they're never gone,
The killers who keep the terror on.
So lock your doors, and close the blinds,
The icons lurk in twisted minds.
In every story, they'll rise again,
Fictional fears, eternal friends.
Writer: Benjamin Sturge
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC