Let's have ourselves a party
To please the one who hides inside
Who walks behind
The scary rows
All's been prepared, now we start it
It's sad, but you'll cease to exist
It's our feast
Of blood and gore
We are the children of the corn
Outlanders are not welcome
Dare to enter and abandon hope
Here's a rope
Our gallows waits
We are cold-hearted, we will stay calm
A harvest moon is in the sky
A time to die
We'll gorge our hate