Whispers in the shadows, dance upon the stones,

Underneath the moonlight, we’re not alone.

Hollow sighs and shadows with a chilling glide,

Welcome to the graveyard where the restless reside!

Beneath the ancient oak, where the ghouls take flight,

Echoes of the lost, they haunt the night.

Gnarled fingers reaching, grasping for the past,

In the gloom, you wonder, was it made to last?

Step into the darkness, no turning back,

Feel the pulse of something, as the night attacks.

Your heart’s racing faster, a drumstick in the band,

Open up your senses, take a scary stand!

Slam the door, oh slam it right!

Can you feel the thundering, in the dead of night?

Slam the fear, don’t let it crawl,

Hold your breath, don’t let it fall!

Not yet, not yet, this isn’t done,

When the shadows beckon, we’ll take on the run!

Footsteps in the graveyard, they trip and pry,

Voices lost in echoes, with a tortured sigh.

Fighting through the silence, hear the spirits sing,

We gather at the altar, where the bells will ring.

Dance with the shadows, feel their icy grip,

Ghostly tales and legends, let your soul take a trip.

Underneath the surface, where the secrets tread,

We rise like the phantoms, from their earthen bed.

[Solo]

(Screeching guitars, wailing like the lost souls, winding through the years, echoing through the folds.)

Slam the door, oh slam it tight!

Can you hear the calling, of the winds tonight?

Slam the doubt, don’t let it crawl,

Hold your breath, find the thrill in it all!

Not yet, not yet, this isn’t done,

When the shadows beckon, we'll take on the run!

As the dawn approaches, the spirits fade away,

Remember the chill, remember what they say.

Slam the night, as shadows retreat,

Listen closely now... the night’s bittersweet.

[Spoken Word]

You think you’re done?

Not yet...

Not yet...

This isn’t over, the dance has just begun!

Hold on tight, feel the pul