Deep in the club where the shadows play,
Beats so dark they steal the day.
Ghostly whispers in the drop,
Spinning souls that never stop.

Fog machines and flashing lights,
Summon spirits of the night.
Witches dance, their laughter sly,
To the rhythm of a haunted cry.

Basslines shake the old tombstone,
Calling dancers not alone.
Feel the chill, the spectral sound,
Lost in beats where ghouls are found.