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