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?