Darkness falls across the land. The midnight hour is close at hand. Creatures crawl in search of blood. To terrorize yall's neighbourhood. And who's shall ever shall be found without the souls for getting down will stand and face the hounds of hell and rot inside a corpse 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 mortals can resist the evil of the Thriller.