Lletres: Misfits. American Psycho. From Hell They Came.

In the night, I hear voices calling
They seem to speak my name
Glowing bright, I see the eyes of demons
Reaching up beyond the grave

And I think from Hell they came
Oh, I think from Hell they came
I think from Hell they came
Oh, I think from Hell they came

Dark the night, their cry is so lonely
Feel their need inside
I can't fight, this eternal longing
Feast on flesh, these ghouls tonight

And I think from Hell they came
Oh, I think from Hell they came
I think from Hell they came
Oh, I think from Hell they came

In the night, I hear voices calling
They seem to speak my name
Glowing bright, I see the eyes of demons
Reaching up beyond the grave

And I think from Hell they came
Oh, I think from Hell they came
I think from Hell they came
Oh, I think from Hell they came