The old graveyard is overgrown
It's not a place to be alone.

The guys dared me to stay the night
I'm sure they're hiding out of sight.

They say the last guy broke and ran
But I'll show them that I'm a man.

Just now I heard the strangest sound.
Like something clawing underground.

I hear a rumbling low-pitched growl,
And smell an odor, stale and foul.

I see a zombie through mist.
He bares his teeth and shakes his fist.

Behind him in a ghoulish trance,
My bloodied buddies, twist and prance.