Текст песни
The church bell tolls the midnight chime,
They rise to have a "spooky" time!
They clack their bones and form a line,
A graveyard dance, it looks divine!
They rattle ribs and tap their feet,
They're looking for a "trick or treat,"
No skin or guts, just bare, white bone,
They've come to claim the night they own.
A tapping claw, a single breath,
It smells like dust, it smells like death.
Don't you let your feet touch ground,
Or you will never, ever be found.
