[In the crypt, the banshee wails, her voice a mournful tune,
Singer 2: Zombies rise from ancient tales, beneath the blood-red moon.
Singer 1: Shadows weave a tapestry, of dreams and dark romance,
Both: Join the midnight revelry, in the graveyard dance.
[Both]
Dance, dance, under the moon's cold glow,
Skeletons and ghosts in a spectral show.
Hands in the air, let's take a chance,
Join the spirits in a graveyard dance.
[Both]
When the dawn begins to break, and shadows start to fade,
We'll retreat to where we lay, till the next parade.
But tonight, we'll always keep, in our ghostly trance,
The memory of the graveyard dance.