When the clock strikes twelve and you're all alone When you're thinking about the future and the unknown He seeps through the cracks of your wall Slowly taking form, with his bony hands he crawls

When your mind is blank like drained tank He'll fill it up with dread and you'll be glued to your bed Get up? No. You'll wish you were dead. A figure without a form, his eyes cold and forlorn

As you press your hands to pray, hoping he would go away The Spectre just laughs at you because he knows he's here to stay So when you hear a knock on the door, open it or not You can't ignore him anymore, Brother Dan lives forevermore