• Moon rises high, orange and bright
    Across the hills the skeletons dance
    Ghouls and Goblins stir up fright
    Among the tombstones phantoms prance

    King Edgar sits on his Raven's throne
    Looking about to see who dares
    Wander into his domain alone
    All this night on the eve of scares

    The pumpkin king in the pumpkin patch
    Ole Jack the prankster with his sack of tricks
    These haunted patrons none can match
    Race forth from out the river Styx.

    King Edgar looks down upon the faint of heart
    Fretting over their trivial cares
    They should know better than cross into this world apart
    On this of all nights the eve of scares.

    Creatures from the darkest night
    All arise once every year
    Into the skys with laughs take flight
    Spreading the joy that we call fear

    And King Edgar raises his bloody pen
    To copy down so all will be aware
    That every year it will happen again
    All on the eve of scares.