Darkness falls across the land… The midnight hour is close at hand… Creatures crawl in search of blood… To terrorize yawls neighborhood… And whosoever shall be found… Without the soul for getting down… Must stand and face the hounds of hell And rot inside a corpses shell
The demons squeal in sheer delight It's you they spy, so plump, so right. For although the groove is hard to beat It's still you stand with frozen feet. You try to run, you try to scream. But no more sun you'll ever see. For evil reached from the crypt. To crush you in it's icy grip
The foulest stench is in the air The funk of forty thousand years And grizzly ghouls from every tomb Are closing in to seal your doom And though you fight to stay alive Your body starts to shiver For no mere mortal can resist The evil of the thriller…
