Darkness falls across the land

The midnight hour is close at hand


Creatures crawl in search of blood 





To terrorize ya'll's neighborhood



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 40,000 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




courtesy of Steffi










From Bruce's Angels


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