I was walking in the graveyard
Then on my desk lay a card
There were dead bodies anywhere
And gruesome skeletons everywhere
At night they become alive
And then chaos always thrives
They can multiply by killing
To take a life they are willing
They'd spill blood all around
The dead bodies, they are found
They'll find out the heads were taken
And the dead, they will awaken
For their only one reason...
It is the graveyard season.
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