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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

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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

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Forest (Haunted)

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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

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