Darkness

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”)