I know a camp at Crystal Lake The moon is bright, the hour late A touch of death among the trees Remember in the man of horror The cause of pain and
She's lying close beside me On a white sheet painted red My heart somehow in motion As I gently touch her cut off head Try to remember To get hold of
All systems on alert Suspense fills the air I can see nobody scared Though it's deafness they dare All machines ready When a flash blinds my eyes With