Chills in Castlevania
Rain pours
Soaks him to the bone
Every crash of thunder
Sends his nerves leaping
He jumps a foot off the ground
He journeys on
Surrounded by strange, frightening creatures
He's never seen before
His weapons useless
Hopelessly useless
His heart pounds
He journeys on
When he stumbles
He smells rotting flesh
As mummies reach for him
Decayed bodies wrapped
In tattered bandages
He scrambles away
He runs
He journeys on
Come and see
The alluring woman
With snakes for hair
They hiss and show off forked tongues
Slithering at him
A scream rips from him
He flees into darkness
He journeys on
Pitch black
He cannot see
Trips on his own terror
Hopelessly useless weapon clattering
As he tumbles
And
Oh God
A shadow
It towers over him
What—is—it
Oh God
Oh God
Death incarnate
Stares him down with hungry eyes
A fresh soul for the harvest
Oh God
Oh God
OH GOD
OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD
A final scream
Echoes through the castle
The sharp scythe slashes
Torn body drops in a pool of blood
Say good night
They say his spirit still roams these halls
When the witching hour strikes
And the darkness falls
Hear him in the creaking and moaning wind
Feel him in the shivers down your spine
See him among the shadows in the room
Listen to his haunting cries
Come and see
Come and see
Happy Halloween!