Hello Sam Hain, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a threat softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was stalking

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of screaming

In restless nights I flew alone

Narrow valleys of paved stone

'round the halo of a street lamp

I opened my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

That split the night

And disturbed the sound of screaming

And in the flashing light I did saw

Several ghost hunters, maybe more

People blasting without a care

People zapping as if on a dare

People trapping ghosts that before had scared

And they did dare

to decrease the sound of screaming

"Fools", said I, "You do not know

Sam Hain rules the night supreme

Heed my warning or he will scare you

Take to flight or he will reach you"

But my words, like silent blood drops fell

And faded

In the wells of screaming

And the deamons yelled and ran

To the safety that they craved

And the hunters sent out this warning

In the fear that it was forming

And they did say, "Soon comes the time when all deamons will be zapped

And put in a trap"

And they quieted the sounds of screaming.