I have heard the echo of their dirge songs
carried across moors at night,
when the moon is bright and high
slouching sullenly across the sky,
I have heard, and you can hear, the sound of flesh
when the moon is bright and high
slouching sullenly across the sky,
I have heard, and you can hear, the sound of flesh
peeling from ear to ear —
The sudden cringe of nerves, the gnash of teeth
and grinding bone
Nowadays, if you're lucky you can catch them
in black and white:
Lon Chaney, Bela Lugosi,
Boris Karloff and Vincent Price —
Those were the monsters of the night:
Haunting sets and cinemas for decades,
Those were the monsters of the night:
Haunting sets and cinemas for decades,
Still, I have heard the echo of their dirge songs
carried across the moor at night,
when the moon is bright and high
slouching sullenly across the sky,
Bram Stoker would be proud enough to know:
I still believe in monsters.
when the moon is bright and high
slouching sullenly across the sky,
Bram Stoker would be proud enough to know:
I still believe in monsters.
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