Witches fly on wicker brooms
Zombies arise with skin so blue
Decaying flesh caries on the wind at midnight
Their ghastly gaze makes you gasp with fright
Werewolves howl at the full moon above
Drowning out your screams
As Dracula feeds on your blood
The life slowly drains from unsuspecting souls
As the witching hour comes to a close
Because on Halloween night
You never what's in sight
For the living and the dead alike