The tales of Pontianak
It is always to scare our wits
Walking back in the night
Those olden days of an era
Growing up in kampongs
The elders would tell us tales
About the beautiful women
Smiling faces turning evil
The nights of candles flickering
The shadows seemed to grow larger
As the story teller caught on his tale
The surprise sound jumped back at us
The eerie wind whirring
The tales of Pontianak grew
As the night dimmed by the candles light
The heartbeats kept on beating
As the young walked back home
Every shadow seemed like real
The Pontianak in the minds
The heart beating pounding faster
Though it was a story
The Pontianak of a different kind live
The corrupt people who steal the nation's wealth
Nobody dares to run after them
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