In a fog-shrouded graveyard, crumbling tombstones rise like mournful specters, shrouded in mist. Eerie statues loom, their eyes glinting under the pale moonlight, while will-o'-the-wisps dance amidst fresh graves. Shadows twist and writhe, creating an unsettling, haunting atmosphere that promises dread and despair.

Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y’all’s 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 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

AH HA HA HA HA HA HA
AH HA HA HA HA HA HA

AI-generated landscape fantasy art. In a fog-shrouded graveyard, crumbling tombstones rise like mournful specters, shrouded in mist. Eerie statues loom, t…