Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand


Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y’awl’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 corpse’s shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grisly 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
(from Michael Jackson “Thriller”)

Posted on 2015-03-03 at 9:17 by cimddwc — 55 views total, 0 today
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  1. S

    Sehr gut. So einen Höllenhund habe ich auch :P

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