It's Halloween, and all is quiet. But undead pigs prepare to riot. Their corpses rot with dreadful smells. The birds defend their nests and shells. The zombie pigs shuffle and spawn Before the grey and clamy dawn The fight is on, the eggs to save, From pigs arisen from the grave. Can you feel the darkness fall? Then I could feel the beating of my heart Shuffle and spawn Can you hear the creatures call? It's tearing us apart Shuffle and spawn Shuffle and spawn Shuffle and spawn