Lucro com é lucro no bolso! ??
comentada em 17/05/2026 14:30

Darkness falls across the landThe midnight hour is close at handCreatures crawl in search of bloodTo terrorize your neighborhoodAnd whosoever shall be foundWithout the soul for getting downMust stand and face the hounds of hellAnd rot inside a corpse's shell
The demons squeal in sheer delightIt's you they spy, so plump, so rightFor though the groove is hard to beatYet still you stand with frozen feetYou try to run, you try to screamBut no more sun you'll ever seeFor evil reaches from the cryptTo crush you in its icy grip
The foulest stench is in the airThe funk of 40, 000 yearsAnd grisly ghouls from every tombAre closing in to seal your doomAnd though you fight to stay aliveYour body starts to shiverFor no mere mortal can resistThe evil of the Thriller
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