Darkness Falls across the land
The Midnight Hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of Blood
To terrorize y'all's neighborhood
And whomsoever shall be found
Without the Soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of Hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell.

[They're out to get you, there's demons closing in on every side
They will possess you unless you change that number on your dial]