Reeds rustle, day is shackled

Crickets sing, coyotes cackle

Blood red reflection from the small pasture ponds

Yellow eyes glowing from the cattail fronds

‘Neath the blood red moon,

‘Neath the blood red moon.

Little masked devils

Sneak through the corn

To feast and to revel

As night life is born

The lonely howling ghost

Gray, grizzled and grim

Cries out towards the moon

That paints the world sanguine

‘Neath the blood red moon,

‘Neath the blood red moon.

The green goblins croak

From the pond like blood

Chirping a summer tune

From their lily pads and mud

All while the silent banshee

To whom belongs the yellow eyes

Stalks unfortunate casualties

Beneath the blood red skies

‘Neath the blood red moon,

‘Neath the blood red moon.

And the silent banshee

On feline padded paws

Finally screams her damning shriek

As prey she quickly mauls

‘Neath the blood red moon,

‘Neath the blood red moon.