Red, yellow and orange brightly paint the treesI feel and see the beautiful Autumn breezeI dream of living in a cozy little townwith wood smoke and pe..
The dead knocked on my doorhungry for blood and goreI didn't know it was the deadand if I answered hope would be bledI couldn't see their decayed corp..
There's death in the forest of bloodif you walk in you'll slip in red mudwerewolves run in packssending shivers up your backsany human they can tracky..
They're cool and spookymysterious and kookythe Addams family.Keep blowing up toy trainsstrangeness excites brainsKeep playing with dynamiteUncle Feste..
Sinister organ music he madly playsthe Phantom of the Opera's heart is haunted and greyhe is surrounded by Gothic painted gloomlike a dark haunted the..