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The dark night is filled

With ghostly demonic sounds,

The house where I live

Is built on cemetery grounds,

In my nightmare sleep

This is what I see,

Dark shadowy figures

That are stalking me,

On the night of the witches

Of the night of the blood moon,

On the night of the demons

Terror is coming real soon,

So close all your curtains

And lock tight all your doors,

For you have no idea my friends

What this night has in store,

As you hear the multiple whispers

Of the dead filling up your head,

You feel the goosebumps

You sense the threat,

This night is not a normal one

It’s the night of the long dead,

Coming back to claim the souls

They choose to deny any breath,

On the night of the witches

Of the night of the blood moon,

On the night of the demons

Terror is coming real soon.