"Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
The boys are back and there here to snatch
To terrorize your pumpkin patch
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Will be enchanted by lutherian spells
And rot inside a pumpkins shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
Necropolise lovers, they bother tombs
Bound to share in Alkies doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For even heros can't resist
The evil of the thriller”