Something here seems foul,

Something here just reeks of blood and suffering,

Could it be these halls are echoing of death?

We'll see.

In all my dreams I see,

A maze of halls with bloody walls,

And countless scrawls reminding me "IT'S ME!"

Don't play these games, you've lost your fright,

I'm armed with more than a light,

And I'm surviving five nights!

No phones, no screens, no more,

Just you and me, a gun or three,

And nothing else between me and this door...

You bring the fur, I'll bring the fight.

Hey Foxy, come get a bite,

Cause I'm surviving five nights!