As the King rose once more from the dead,
he only wants to see them scared as he will be fully fed,
"the time has come" as exactly he said,
for he is back so you can't go to bed.
He strikes with terror,
as he shows with pure horror,
if he sees you he will crush your core,
so don't open the door.
He is everywhere,
he is anywhere,
and a wrath you can't bare.
But you can't hide,
for he is right there,
to strike for your despair.
He comes every year,
to tear,
peoples' souls apart,
as if he was playing death of dart,
but you can't see him in the dark,
He is death, place your wreath,
because they say he's just a myth,
but he'll come and crush your skull!,
as if he was playing a doll.
Hiding in the cabinet so the mad king does not see you?
oh you failed? poor you,
be scared, everything is not gonna be alright,
so just go hide in your pants on midnight,
and until you see the sunlight.