Lyrics:

Saturday midnight

At midnight that same night, the Lafaettes were slipping
At midnight that same night, there is a shadow creepeng

Salem is moving without a sound
Salem is moving...moving, moving to the burial ground

So hot and so quiet, only the leaves are shaking
By one of the graves, Doctor le Croix is waiting

Salem is moving without a sound
Salem is moving...moving, moving to the burial ground

Doctor le Croix, shaking the hand of Salem