clocks of town are striking twelve,
cemetery's haunting bells,
dreadful secrets, hollow gloom,
vampires creeping out of tombs.
wake up all the mournful ghosts!
drape in white your empty souls!
it's the time for our ugly task,
to reveal what's hidden by our masks.
unlock all the creaking doors,
and release the horrid force!
flapping around 'til the night is past,
full moon tells that the die is cast.
have you seen the ghost of John?
long white bones and the rest all gone.
Oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh
wouldn't it be chilly with no skin on!
