Lyrics
I can smell your blood
Better run I'm a slave to the moon above
Screams that torture me
And I feel nothing
Sleeping in your bed
While I was out killing all your friends
I hid all the bodies
And followed you home
I'll creep in through your window
To watch you sleep at night
You could be my blood soaked baby
This ends tonight
And on this Black Christmas
My gift to you is death
My history's unknown
The calls are coming from inside your home
Cops can search for days
But they won't find me
Don't care what you think of me
You'll be the dead girl of my dreams
Everyone's asleep
That's when you'll meet me
I'll creep in through your window
To watch you sleep at night
You could be my blood soaked baby
This ends tonight
And on this Black Christmas
My gift to you is death
And on this Black Christmas
My gift to you is death
And on this Black Christmas
My gift to you is death