"They always come back...

They always come back...

They always come back..."

I live in the shadows,

I see what hides in the dark.

Don't let it find you —

It'll carve a permanent mark.

The young man with a grudge,

An old lady with vendetta.

They both can bear arms,

Out hunting to get ya.

Run if you want to,

But the night always knows.

The grudge, the vendetta —

They don't ever let go.

You can lock all your doors,

But it won't change a thing —

When the darkness are watching,

They'll be pulling your strings.

The young man with a grudge,

Got a pistol in his hand,

Eyes burning red

Like the anger in his mind.

The old lady waits

With a blade in her coat,

One prayer for forgiveness,

One hand on your throat.

Run if you want to,

But the night always knows.

The grudge, the vendetta —

They don't ever let go.

You can beg for tomorrow,

You can cry, you can sing —

But the darkness are watching,

They'll be pulling your strings.

A preacher in the chapel,

With a bottle in his fist —

He hides from his dark past,

But they still cut through the mist.

A little girl laughing

Down on Dead End Lane —

They found her body last winter,

But she's calling your name.

Nobody's innocent,

Nobody's clean —

Every face in the crowd

Got a nightmare unseen.

You can't bury the past,

It don't stay in the grave —

It just waits in the dark

'Til you're ready to pay.

Run if you want to,

But the night always knows.

The grudge, the vendetta —

They don't ever let go.

You can pray to your gods,

But they won't hear a thing —

When the darkness are watching,

They'll be pulling your strings.

"They always come back..."

"They always come back..."

"They always come back..."