Arise, crepuscular and bilious moon,
and bid the wolves lift up their throats and croon!
For from his crypt the vampire has burst
and roams abroad to slake his raging thirst!
And if you wonder where he stalks his kill,
it’s in the little town of Chestnut Hill–
In through your midnight window will he come
and like a pirate with a [...]

Some time ago (or so the rumors tell)
As if he were to pick the locks of hell
An alchemist decocted a strange potion
That could endow the long deceased with motion,
Give them again the sail of living breath
And raise them from the worm-feast known as death.
Upon a night, right here in Chestnut Hill,
In an old graveyard near [...]