1428, the number poisoning our minds Bastard son, of one hundred sons He will haunt your dreams in the night You better fight to stay awake Or you will be the next one that he slays He'll turn your wildest dreams Into the deadliest nightmare Back from hell You're searching for Elm St's children Back in hell You're looking at Elm St's children Four blades, his revenge On those who sent him to the blaze Killing, always on his mind He will take all your lives You better fight to stay awake Or you will be the next one that he slays He'll turn your wildest dreams Into the deadliest nightmare