Final Scream - Grim Reaper

Twelve o’clock and the hour’s here

It’s the time we’ve all come to fear

Spells are cast and the dead will rise

Haunting night time to claim their prize

And now you’re final screams

Become reality not dreams

As the mists of the night time spread

Filling millions full of dread

Watching out for the vampire’s bite

Or the wolf that preys in the night