(Any similarity to actual events, persons living, dead, (or undead) is purely NOT coincidental...)
Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hours is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'alls neighborhood
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 the 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!
