The wind whistled through the grass

As the moon cast light over the field

The air was chill, autumn is in the past

Winter is here, as months roll by like a wheel

It was an eerier night here in the deep Carolinas

But then old folks here did not need a reminder

It was a full moon you see, where vampires come out to play

To strike fear in the Victorian townsfolk, ruining their night and their day