Camp Blood

I know a camp at Crystal LakeThe moon is bright, the hour lateA touch of death among the treesRemember in the man of horrorThe cause of pain and blood and terrorYou still can hear the echoes screamRun awayDon't look backFeel his breathIn your neckYou'll die in Camp BloodIf you think that he was burnedYou'll die in Camp BloodSoon you'll knowMurder has returnedHe killed with instinct and with funRight now it seems like he has goneBut never trust that peaceful silenceYou better run, run for your lifeAnd leave the slaughter far behindHe will be back with all his violenceYou'll die in Camp BloodYou'll die in Camp BloodYou'll die in Camp BloodYou'll die in Camp Blood