• The time in which you fall asleep
    They take it as their chance
    And when you close your eyes and drift
    All the monsters come to dance

    The evolve from every main street
    Slipping through the city
    Ghosts, demons, crippled corpses
    Their stride shows no pity

    For they are in celebration
    Toasting to cups of blood
    Waltzing on abandoned cars
    Marching though piles of mud

    Psychotic shrieking and alarms
    That is their true music
    They snicker and kiss slyly
    Pleasuring anesthetic

    They're brought to life on this eve
    Prepare yourself for the worst
    they'll come for feast and foolery
    On october thirty-first