The full moon turns blood red
A time of night when spirits dwell
By the howls of the undead
Breaking through the burial mound
A piercing scream from a frightened child
Ravaged, shredded, gruesomely defiled
Just a toy for the playful ghouls
The carnage leaves but a chunk filled, bloody pool
For the hour to leave their mark
The hour of terror begins
Breaking through the burial mound
For the hour to leave their mark