Out To Dinner

Into the grave you go,

Still slightly warm and bloodless pale.

Out at night you went,

Walking, walking.

Out at night is not so safe

For you to go walking, walking.

Creatures in the shadows,

Reach out with white thin hands.

Reach out for those

Who are foolish enough

To go walking, walking at night.

Walking at night.

Long white fangs

Pierce you flesh,

To drain you dry of blood.

To drain the blood of

Those foolish enough

To go walking, walking.

Walking out for dinner at night.

---Dawn Nyght/Grace E. Mills