THE DEMON PLAGUE [Intro – whispered] Every year on Halloween night, A quiet man moves into sight. A geeky neighbour, harmless grin, Nobody knows what’s underneath his skin. [Verse 1 – eerie] He fixes computers, keeps to himself, A quiet man who’d never hurt anyone else. But shapeshifters chose him, easy prey, And planted something dark that won’t go away. Every year he moves to a different town, But somehow tragedy follows him around. He wakes up screaming, covered in blame, Swears he remembers nothing of the night of shame. [Pre-Chorus – building] He doesn’t know… He can’t explain… Why every Halloween… It starts again. [Chorus – catchy, eerie] The Demon Plague, the Demon Plague, He walks among you Halloween night. The Demon Plague, the Demon Plague, A human face, but something’s not right. Run, run, don’t look back, Something evil’s on your track. One will live, one will change, And the Demon Plague will spread again. The Demon Plague… He’s standing at your door. [Verse 2 – darker] Midnight strikes and his face transforms, The quiet man becomes the storm. The whole street falls into fear, And by the morning, nothing’s clear. One survivor is left alive, Chosen by the creature to survive. A touch, a whisper, something spreads… The shapeshifter lives inside their head. [Manic Rap – fast] New town, new house, same old curse, Every Halloween the nightmare gets worse. Nobody suspects the man next door, But when midnight strikes, he’s something more. He doesn’t know what he’s become, He wakes up thinking the worst is done. But the plague moves on, it needs a new face, Another survivor, another place. Run from the windows! Lock every door! The man next door… Isn’t your neighbour anymore! [Final Chorus – huge and eerie] The Demon Plague, the Demon Plague, He walks among you Halloween night. The Demon Plague, the Demon Plague, A human face, but something’s not right. Run, run, don’t look back, Something evil’s on your track. One will live, one will change, And the Demon Plague will spread again. The Demon Plague… The Demon Plague… He’s standing at your door. [Outro – whispered] Next year… Another street. Another neighbour. Another face. The Demon Plague… Is already awake.
