Текст песни
(Verse 1)
The campfire's dead, the teens are lost,
They didn't think about the cost.
A broken twig, a heavy breath,
He wears a mask, his name is "Death."
(Verse 2)
He sharpens his blade by the pale moonlight,
He loves to give a "spooky" fright.
He hides behind the autumn trees,
You only hear the panicked breeze.
(Chorus)
"I'm here for the candy," he'll say with a grin,
But the "candy" is your pretty skin.
He'll hunt you down, it's just a game,
He loves to hear you scream his name.
