in the dark of the night
the sound of the warewolf howls
through the trees
in the dark of the night theres things
that no one sees
in the dark of the night
the demons come out
their evil they are
with out a doubt
the witches cackle
and chant their spells
while the spiders
trap things in their webs
the cauldren is bubbling
with reats tails and blood
the door slams it make a big thud
the vampires roaming
finding a feed
can you guess what they eat
its certainly not weeds
they use their teeth
to pierce holes
they drink the blood
and eat the souls
the sound of the floorboards
kreeking away
not a nice sound
when your hitting the hay
all of these sound
their scary alright
but these are the sounds
in the dark of the night
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