On Nightmare night we go walkin' everypony's looking everypony's talkin haunted holiday in a way smaller days have never been held by the town that I'm stalkin' Colts and fillies alike fill up their candy bags, decked out mane to hoof, head to toe in rags hark, ponyfolk, take heed of my warning: avoid the house on the corner and you might make it to morning
In the house there dwells a beast glowing eyes and razor-beak if you scream not a dream run away or you're its feast
silence or it knows you're scared shaking, crying like a mare don't despair you don't care it likes ponies medium rare
none have lived to tell the tail try your luck and you will fail hit the trail you're a snail run and you might just prevail
Warnings aren't just for show If you make it then you'll know friend or foe try to go seeds of death it tries to sew
in the air there is a smell rotting bones and pony hell if you fell in a cell crack you open like a shell
on the creep for pony flesh hears you crying in distress heart arrest in your chest makes your mane a fancy vest