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 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