A guy is walking around in his grave underground
Instead of sleepin´
And he´s the skill from his ma and the curse from his pa
And he´s creepin´
Benga is his name and he´s driving you insane
He´s incorporating human souls
And that´s his destiny which gives him energy
To get you out of control

If he´s taking a soul on his strange night patrol
He starts walkin´
And he never feels pain, you can´t explain
There´s no talkin´
You´ll have to find the tree of his sensibility
Beat the tree instead of this guy
No more walking around in his grave underground
Now you´re satisfied

When the nightmare comes
there´s a shadow goin´ round and round and round
If you call his name
When the nightmare comes
he can hear your poor heart beatin´
and he´s left your soul in pain