"Darkness falls across the land

 The midnite hour is close at hand

 Creatures crawl in search of blood

 To terrorize yawls neighbourhood

 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 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..."