Have you heard?
Have you heard her cry?
The woman screaming in the moonlight?
You can hear her beg for an escape, from an eternal nightmare she cannot awake
For she sold her soul to an evil ghoul, only in the hopes to spare another
Little did she know, the true horrors of an undying slumber
In the Devil's grasp, she'll never last a single night
Without a painful revelation in sight
She's committed the rest of her life, nay the rest of her existence to this preposterous creature's appetite
He grins, and he bites
He snarls in spite
Of her living and breathing flesh, it awakens the Devil in the night
So when you're in the moonlight, beware of her cry
Because when you hear her, that means the Devil's nearby
