Shandon. Due Gusti Due Baci. Misfits. Zeneszám

In the middle of the night their spirit lives
Air is getting sickly like a crypt
We're living closed together in a big coffin
With the same insane idea
In days gone by we have heard they say
But the Misfits now are here - now are here
In the echoes of my mind I can hear them scream
Pervading horrifying everything
But if you wanna taste the fear
You'd better bow your head
And wait for it