I know a camp at Crystal Lake
The moon is bright, the hour late
A touch of death among the trees
Remember in the man of horror
The cause of pain and blood and terror
You still can hear the echoes scream
Run away
Don't look back
Feel his breath
In your neck
You'll die in Camp Blood
If you think that he was burned
You'll die in Camp Blood
Soon you'll know
Murder has returned
He killed with instinct and with fun
Right now it seems like he has gone
But never trust that peaceful silence
You better run, run for your life
And leave the slaughter far behind
He will be back with all his violence
You'll die in Camp Blood
You'll die in Camp Blood
You'll die in Camp Blood
You'll die in Camp Blood
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