Howling Horrors of the Night
Arise from cold crypts of doom,
Lurking with a lust for fright
Like gloom from an empty tomb.
Out to do what specters do
While loosed upon darkened earth,
Evil to helpless child crew
Enjoying their time of mirth,
Not ready for fiends unearthed.
Now prancing to the front door,
In costumes gaily festooned,
Gathering their treats galore,
Hell hides for chances attuned
To wreak woeful blood and gore.
Evil is loosed upon the night on All Hallows Eve