From the manor on a hill On the outskirts of the town A diabolic couple Is making their way down They need body parts And organs that are fresh They're running low on hearts And they're completely out of flesh You better run 'Cause here they come Psychotic mad scientists To kill you just for fun And back at the lab They'll take a stab At reviving your dead body With the brain of a crab It's the Harvest Season The hardest season To survive The harvest season Will you make it Out alive? Just before the dawn With carcasses in tow The psycho killer couple Will retire to their home Once inside their lair The horrors that proceed Experiments that Frankenstein Would shudder to conceive Are you deceased? For now at least They're mixing up your body parts With chemicals and beasts Open your eyes Yes you're alive But see what you've become And then you'll wish that you had died It's the Harvest Season The hardest season To survive The harvest season Will you make it Out alive? A Tesla coil heart Body of a whale Gorrilla millipedal and a Scorpionic tail Unholy, Unnatural Pure evil given birth And it was your brain that fit perfectly and finally made it work The task is complete Now they can sleep The couple has succeeded In their wickedest of feats You could have run What's done is done The harvest moon is slowly Turning into mourning son See you next year When it draws near You'll know exactly what the creature is that you should fear In the Harvest Season The hardest season To survive The harvest season Will you make it Out alive?