In the graveyard, behind the church
A rusty sign reads ghouls
It's been around for centuries
It's meaning can't be told
Listen up to ancient tales
Of monsters, zombies, ghosts
'bout creatures rising from the graves
To haunt the living world
The world
Haunt, the world
Strike of midnight, the air is chilled
A scream rips through the night
Prepare for your worst nightmare
A gruesome, ghastly sight
Four fugures showing in the mist
They're dressed in ragged black
With hideous features, gleaming fangs
They are and eat the dead
The dead
Eat, the dead
Beware of ghouls, beware
Beware of ghouls, beware
Beware of ghouls, beware
Beware of ghouls, beware
In the graveyard, behind the church
A rusty sign reads ghouls
It's been around for centuries
It's meaning can't be told
Listen up to ancient tales
Of monsters, zombies, ghosts
'bout creatures rising from the graves
To haunt the living world
The world
Haunt, the world
Beware of ghouls, beware
Beware of ghouls, beware
Beware of ghouls, beware
Beware of ghouls, beware
Beware of ghouls, beware
Beware of ghouls, beware
Beware of ghouls, beware
Beware of ghouls, beware
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