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Everywhere is shut
Not a soul on the streets to be found

Cobwebs lay
In each doorway
Dead silence is all around

Pitch black dark
Beyond the park
A graveyard eerie and old

Gouls awake
For their nightly partake
And mist fills the scene from the cold

Rattling chains
And zombie remains
emerge from beneath the graves

Sounds in the air
A frightful affair
Disturb the bats in their caves

Tonight is the night
When the vampires bite
They’ll be hunting their prey pretty soon

The warewolves they prowl
And at midnight they howl
Under the light of the full white moon

Fear embraces the air
Victims become aware
A haunting human trap

The shrieking squeels
When the supernatural kills
Director says ‘Cut that’s a wrap!’