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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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