Under the blanket of night
When the children awaken in fright
Something is calling them off in the wind
Something more wicked than demons and sin
Could it be him, the one that we curse
Who fell from the ceiling corrupting the earth
We don't mention his name, no not in these parts
Especially not now in this hour of dark
But one thing's for sure, these children we were
No longer are taught to be seen and not heard
We answer to no one but that of ourself
So back away monster and return thee to hell