All Hallows Eve is finally here.
Each year young lovers disappear.
They vanish on this night.
Found the next day– An abysmal sight.
The 31st they’re chosen.
In history they’re frozen.
Names added to a lengthy list of those who’ve felt Richard’s deadly kiss. The chill of autumn stirs.
Mind bending horror will occur.
Dusk falls across this land.
Psychotic couple hand in hand.
Macabre, dancing the streets.
Hunting for the freshest of meat.
Victims soon to suckle Judy’s teat, Not sure if that’s a Trick or treat?

Abhorrent are these crimes.
A Lust for carnage, so divine.
Atrocious are these plans.
Transcending boundaries known to man.
Their death a claim to fame.
Sick pawns in a demented game.
Prowl under guise of Halloween.
No one will hear their panicked screams.

Their carcasses will look so beautiful.
Across the floor, their innards splayed so lovely.
Inspected ever so delicately.
They’re to be sodomised by Richard and Judy.

This parties getting started.
Sanity has departed.
Judy is dancing nakedly whilst Richard wanks off frantically.
The “guests” are gagged and tied.
Their skin’s gone pale, they’re terrified.
“Judy, fetch that carving knife”
From duct taped mouths hear muffled cries.
The blood does slowly ooze.
Richard’s erection again protrudes.
Slicing off this poor girl’s pretty face, No facial tissue left to waste. Wearing skin as a mask.
In chaos this couple love to bask.
Through the young man’s head Judy will bore with drill in hand, horny for gore.

Bodies so morbidly defiled.
So foolishly beguiled.
A book club in disguise.
Carefully gauging out their eyes.
Placed in formaldehyde, View those pearly blues with pride.
This ghastly fetish lives.
Sins are far too dreadful to forgive.

Remorseless, gleefully taking life.
Mutilated, beyond recognition.
Dismember, the bruising limbs.
So crudely carved, A jack-o-lantern torso.

The once flourishing bodies now cold and blue.
A life so full of promise, cut short and far too soon.
A brutal end was met for this unsuspecting pair.
Richards manic cackle can be heard throughout the air.

Bodies dumped out on the moors.
By the road found by local farmers.
No traces left, culprits never found.
The tabloids brand it:
“Sick and twisted”
“Truly monstrous”
“Disgusting”
“Vulgar”
“Vile”
“Evil”

Word of these acts will spread throughout the land. Plaguing nightmares for years to come. Lock your doors and forever live in fear.

The freezing English rain hammers down upon the coffins.
As they’re lowered in the ground tears stream down the faces of loved ones.
From the distance a silhouette of a couple can be seen under a withered yew tree.
They know what lies within, underneath the casket’s lids.
Smirking with arrogance, no remorse.
A calculated slaughter sating their lust for murder.
For now their work is done.
Next Halloween they’ll hunt again.
Halloween they’ll hunt again, the bloodshed will never end.
The bloodshed, it will never end.
The bloodshed will never end.