The moon is high, the air is cold,
A chilling beat begins to unfold.
Witches hum with whispered tunes,
Bouncing off the silver moon.

Graveyard echoes pulse and pound,
As spirits rise from underground.
Synthesizers scream and soar,
Unlocking every creaky door.

Monsters march in pixel streams,
Lost inside electric dreams.
Basslines thump like heartbeat calls,
Through haunted halls and mirrored walls.

Candles flicker, shadows sway,
In neon lights, the night will play.
So tune in close, don’t miss a sound,
In midnight frequencies, magic’s found!