“The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling
Way down in the valley tonight.”

— Jim Steinman

Bat out of Hell (1977), Bat out of Hell (song)
Context: The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling
Way down in the valley tonight.
There's a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye
And a blade shining oh so bright.
There's evil in the air
And there's thunder in the sky
And a killer's on the bloodshot streets.

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American musician 1947

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