A circle of our friends

Camp fire in haunted woods

From her sanguine stare

And the howling of the wolves

Her body language signs

Elope into the night

Our secrets kept

In persuasive alibis

Multiple metaphors

Escaping to the dark

What would the others say

If we happened to get caught?

"Now hush that pretty mouth

And climb between my thighs"

This was the moment when

Our friends were sure to die - Oye!

There's a killer

Loose with a blood lust

I'm none the wiser

I blame my own lust

And you give, and you give, and you give

With hips so dangerous

We should be heading in

But I'm just too focused

On the way that she lies spread

In perfect effigy

On this Halloween

Of oozing pheromones

This nectar of fine oil

Where steel now meets the bone

Blood fused with quakened soil

Our wooded wonderland

Decorated with desire

Her arching back confirms

Another death transpired

The circle of our friends

Found dead by morning woods

I'll never know of when

But the blame is on us

Ashes to ashes

And lust to lust

Fingers surely point

We'd better get lost - Oye!

There's a killer

Loose with a blood lust

I'm none the wiser

I blame my own lust

And you give, and you give, and you give

With hips so dangerous

We should be heading in

But I'm just too focused

On the way that she lies spread

In perfect effigy

On this Halloween

The right place and the right time

For we were nowhere in sight

Surely, surely it couldn't be us

Oh, surely, surely it couldn't be