benithanilus

Darkness Falls Across The Land 
The Midnite Hour Is Close At Hand 
Creatures Crawl In Search Of Blood 
To Terrorize Your Neighbourhood 
And Whosoever Shall Be Found 
Without The Soul For Getting Down 
Must Stand And Face The Hounds Of Hell 
And Rot Inside A Corpse's Shell 
The Foulest Stench Is In The Air 
The Funk Of Forty Thousand Years 
And Grizzy 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