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- I hope you're all giving them the right amount this time!
- [Shelly] I will, uncle.
Tea'll be ready soon.
(soft rock music)
- I want to eat me dinner outside.
It's a lovely day.
- It's a bit cold outside, isn't it?
- I wanna spend it near me vegetable patch.
- All right, then.
- Thank you.
(soft rock music)
Well, pumpkins, you've been fed,
and I'm gonna have my dinner now.
And then I'll, I'll come on down and speak to ya.
I think that'll be nice.
The weather's lookin' up, isn't it, today?
Mmm.
(soft mumbling)
I love ya, yeah.
Before, we've got competition.
That's all of ya, every one of ya.
We should have a good time together.
I'm having a good dinner, a very good dinner.
(dramatic synth music) (men chattering)
- [Johno] Danny?
(dramatic synth music)
(sniffles)
(spits)
- You know, I fuckin' hate people like that, land owners.
I mean, just look at him!
Who does he think he is?
Talking to people like us like we're scum.
- I fuckin' hate that stupid pumpkin patch.
He's obsessed with it.
I bet he shags 'em and everything.
- Did I tell you he threatened to stab me the other day?
Yeah.
All because I threw a fuckin' stick over his fence.
Said "We need to teach you a bit of respect."
- He's the one who needs to learn a bit of fuckin' respect.
Yeah, I reckon we should teach him.
(underbrush crunching)
(water flowing)
(rock thuds)
(water flowing)
(grunts) (rock thuds)
(water flowing)
(slow, dramatic music)
¶ Pumpkin man, he is so gay ¶
¶ Fucks his pumpkins everyday ¶
(dramatic synth music)
¶ Pumpkin man, he's so gay ¶
¶ Fucks his pumpkins every day ¶
(dramatic synth music)
- You little bastards!
- You can't go shootin' kids.
Just ignore them.
- They're forever taunting me, Shelly.
Damn!
(slow, dramatic music) (heavy breathing)
Oh.
(slow, dramatic synth music)
- [Johno] Is everything all right, Danny?
(heavy breathing)
- Come on.
We'll get him when he least expects it.
(yells)
(dramatic synth music)
(distressed mumbling)
- My babies.
(grunts)
(slow, dramatic synth music)
- Dammit, where are you?
(slow, dramatic synth music)
Uncle?
Where the fuck are you?
(slow, dramatic synth music)
Fuck.
(dramatic music)
(thuds)
(dramatic music)
- Fuck!
(dramatic music)
- You bastards.
What have you done with my uncle?
- What in the fuck are you talking about, you silly slag?
What?
(dramatic music)
(dramatic synth music)
- [Shelly] What the fuck?
(dramatic synth music)
(Danny yelling)
(dramatic synth music)
- Danny, Danny?
Hey, Danny?
You silly bitch.
(dramatic music)
(yells)
- Halloween's not for another week.
(shucking) (Johno yells)
So fuck you!
(Johno grunts)
(dramatic synth music)
(birds chirping)
(couple laughing) (dramatic music)
- Stop.
Stop now, you bastard.
Stop it.
- You're not getting away from me, sexy minx.
- This is supposed to be a romantic night away,
stop teasing me.
- But it's so much fun, come on.
- Stop it!
Wait.
No.
Wait! (man laughs)
Wait for me.
Wait.
Daz, wait.
Wait.
(slow, dramatic piano music)
(branch cracks)
(slow, dramatic piano music)
(slow, dramatic music)
(woman laughing) (rain falling)
No.
Want a drink?
(slow, dramatic music) (rain falling)
- Cheers.
(woman laughs)
(rain falling)
Babe.
I gotta take a leak.
- That's like the third time.
You're no annoying.
- It's these beers.
They just go right through me.
- Hurry up.
¶ I am the whiteland warrior ¶
Hurry up.
¶ I am the warrior of why ¶
¶ I am the whiteland warrior ¶
(rain falling)
¶ I am the whiteland warrior ¶
¶ I am the warrior of why ¶
¶ I am the whiteland warrior ¶
¶ I am the warrior of why ¶
¶ I am the whiteland warrior ¶
¶ I am the warrior of why ¶
Finally.
Have you finished?
Come on, it's raining.
(rain falling)
That zombie shit won't work with me, love.
(rain falling)
(dramatic music) (screaming)
(tent rips)
(screaming)
(shucking) (woman screaming)
¶ I feel the earth beneath my feet ¶
¶ Feel the world pulse to the beat ¶
¶ Lose myself in the moment ¶
¶ I feel the planets collide ¶
¶ Feel the grounds open wide ¶
¶ I'm with you when you decide ¶
¶ Let's lose this crowd, let's move away ¶
¶ From this crowd ¶
¶ Let's lose this crowd, let's move away ¶
¶ From this crowd ¶
¶ Let's lose this crowd, let's move away ¶
¶ From this crowd ¶
¶ Let's lose this crowd, let's move away ¶
¶ From this crowd ¶
¶ And if you don't wanna be here ¶
¶ Then I don't wanna be here ¶
¶ Now I don't wanna be here ¶
¶ And if you choose not to be here ¶
¶ We could just disappear into the night ¶
(synth rock music)
¶ Something strange comes over me ¶
¶ Something extraordinary is happening here ¶
¶ It's a conscious divide ¶
¶ We'll leave the people behind ¶
¶ We'll make it on our own this time ¶
¶ Let's lose this crowd, let's move away ¶
¶ From this crowd ¶
¶ Let's lose this crowd, let's move away ¶
¶ From this crowd ¶
¶ Let's lose this crowd, let's move away ¶
¶ From this crowd ¶
¶ Let's lose this crowd, let's move away ¶
¶ From this crowd ¶
¶ And if you don't wanna be here ¶
¶ Then I don't wanna be here ¶
¶ Yeah, I don't wanna be here ¶
¶ And if you choose not to be here ¶
¶ We could just disappear ¶
¶ Into the night ¶
(synth rock music)
- Right.
Remember to look out for your missing team member.
The deal was to meet at the first checkpoint by midday,
so if you're not there, you have to make your own way
to base camp.
- Oh, um, what if they don't make it back
to base camp in time?
- Tough shit.
We'll pick everybody up.
We'll send a search party before dark, don't worry.
- Wow.
She's all bushy.
(chuckles)
(synth rock music)
¶ We'll make it on our own this time ¶
¶ Let's lose this crowd ¶
¶ On our own this time ¶
¶ We'll make it on our own this time ¶
¶ Let's lose this crowd ¶
¶ On our own this time ¶
¶ We'll make it on our own this time ¶
¶ Let's lose this crowd ¶
¶ On our own this time ¶
¶ We'll make it on our own this time ¶
¶ Let's lose this crowd ¶
¶ On our own this time ¶
¶ We'll make it on our own this time ¶
¶ Let's lose this crowd ¶
¶ If you don't wanna be here ¶
¶ This time ¶
¶ Then I don't wanna be here ¶
¶ This time ¶
¶ Let's lose this crowd ¶
¶ If you don't wanna be here ¶
¶ This time ¶
¶ Then I don't wanna be here ¶
¶ This time ¶
¶ Let's this crowd ¶ - Shit.
¶ If you don't wanna be here ¶
¶ Then I don't wanna be here ¶
¶ Let's lose this crowd ¶ Oh, great.
¶ Then I don't really wanna be here ¶
- All right, people.
Quick rundown.
Get out your maps.
(synth rock music)
- Oh.
Must be setting up camp.
Check this out, I've got this down.
- Right.
(soft chattering)
(birds chirping)
- Thanks.
So we just walked up there...
(birds chirping)
(unzipping)
To that point.
(birds chirping)
(soft chattering)
- Hey, Alex?
What are you doing?
- What?
- [Lance] What are you doing?
- I was just setting my tent up.
Well, I was gonna have a cup of tea.
- But why?
This is private land.
- What?
- He set up that tent quickly.
- It's a pop up, cocky bastard.
- Come on, put everything away.
We are heading to base camp.
- Oh bloody, I've just set it all up,
it's gonna take me ages, man.
(hits)
(birds chirping)
(water flowing)
(underbrush crunches)
(water flowing)
(underbrush crunches)
(water flowing)
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music)
- Hey.
(dramatic music)
You all right there?
(dramatic music)
(gasps)
(gags)
(heavy breathing)
(dramatic music)
(grunts)
(groans)
(wincing)
Oh, fuck.
Oh shit.
(dramatic music)
Oh, fuck.
(gasps) Fuck.
- What the fuck are you doing on my land?
This is private property.
I'm sick of you people trespassing.
You need to get your ass out of here.
(dramatic music)
- [Sam] Fuck.
(dramatic music)
(water flowing) (birds chirping)
- Oh, what do you know.
We've lost another camper.
Where the hell is Alex?
- That Alex is a bit odd.
Why is he even here?
- I don't care, as long as he's paying.
- Ah, I like the way you think.
- Right then.
As you can see, we've arrived at base camp,
and it's nice to see that at least some of you have
managed to keep up.
This is where you'll be eating, sleeping,
and shitting for the next few days, so,
get used to it.
- That's right, eating, sleeping, and shitting.
- I think it's about time for dinner, so,
you need to get together as a group, make camp fire,
and your rations are in your bags.
(water flowing)
(unzipping)
- Oh, sweet.
- Corn beef hash.
What's yours?
- Rice pudding.
(both groan)
- Now, now ladies.
That stuff puts hair on your chest,
and will make you big and strong.
- Oh, son.
Bangers and mash.
What you got?
Oh, no way.
Corn beef hash.
I love that stuff.
(groans)
One jealous camper right here.
(water flowing) (wind blowing)
Where's Alex?
(water flowing) (wind blowing)
(birds chirping)
- Fuck!
Why won't you go back to the same fucking place you were in?
What fucking use are you, man?
(birds chirping)
I don't know even know why I bought you for this
fucking expedition, I didn't even wanna come here, man.
(underbrush crunching) (birds chirping)
I bought you and even if I wanted to sleep in you,
my legs would be hanging out anyway,
'cause you're fucking pointless.
(birds chirping)
Yeah, you can pop out quickly.
What fucking use is that?
(birds chirping)
Fuck this thing. (twig cracks)
(birds chirping)
Fuck you then!
You know what?
I'm just gonna drop you in there.
And you can go the fuck over there.
(cracking)
(dramatic music)
Hey, mate?
You all right?
(dramatic music)
Mate?
It's a bit weird that you're lingering behind a tree.
(dramatic music)
(head thuds)
(dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
(wood cracks)
(dramatic music)
(shucking) (Alex yells)
(cracking)
(Alex groans)
- Slowly.
- Yes.
- Oh, brilliant.
See?
We'll make survival experts out of you yet.
- Just make sure you keep on top of it.
At night time, it's freezing.
- [Sam] Help!
Somebody help!
Please, somebody help me!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, it's okay, you made it to base camp.
It's all right now.
- Please.
Call the police.
- Why, what for?
- To call the police. - What for?
You're here now, it's okay.
- I'm trying to explain, but there's no time.
- You just got a bit lost, that's all.
- I seen a body, it was in the wood.
- I assure you-- - No, no, no, no, no.
- This place is very safe.
Most of the land here is private.
- Yeah. - No.
There was a tent, and it was everywhere,
there was blood everywhere.
- Are you sure you've had any water all day?
You know you might be hallucinating if you're thirsty.
- What?
Are you guys thick?
- Calm down. - Are you stupid?
- Shh. - I've just told you
I've seen a dead body in the woods.
- It's okay.
- Where you're staying, here.
- Guys, guys, this is great.
Are you telling me this is like one of those
murder mystery type weekends or something?
Should we go look for the body, yeah?
- It's okay.
- Do you know what?
Fuck you lot.
The first building I find, I'm calling the police.
Now fuck you!
Fuck off! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Oh.
(water flowing)
- Okay.
Joking aside, in all seriousness, that wasn't real, was it?
Like, she was either totally off her head,
having a zone, or, that's part of the survival weekend?
- That girl,
she's mental.
(slow, dramatic music)
(water flowing) (people chattering)
(slow, dramatic music)
(water flowing) (slow, dramatic music)
(splashing)
(slow, dramatic music) (water flowing)
- I'm not being funny, Lance, but we're gonna have to
find those other campers.
I know you dismissed it a bit, but,
strange things can happen in these woods.
- Hm.
What do you suggest we do?
- I dunno.
We could send 'em on a mile long perimeter jog
and call it a training exercise.
- I hate jogging, um, why don't we ask them to do something
that requires a lot of time and concentration?
- I've got an idea.
(slow, dramatic music)
Right, pumpkins.
You're gonna make a big soup, and it's gonna last
for about three days.
- You want us to make soup?
- [Lance] No, Tommy, we want you to play football with them.
- Sweet, yes, good idea, cool.
- Of course we want you to make soup,
with whatever you can find around to cook with.
- Hey, wait a minute, shouldn't we be trying to find
that Alex and that other crazy--
- Don't you worry about that.
You get on with the task, me and Lance are gonna go
off and find the other two and we'll bring them back here.
Okay?
- And what if you don't find them,
and something happens to us while you're gone?
- You'll be okay, and we'll be okay, all right?
- Okay, ladies, come on.
I'm starving, let's go.
- Tommy, do you want to start cutting the pumpkins
into chunks and me and Macie will see if we can
find something to start cooking in.
- [Tommy] Fuck that, I'm gonna build myself
a Jack o' Lantern.
(slow, dramatic music)
(birds chirping) (slow, dramatic music)
(shallow breathing) (slow, dramatic music)
(shallow breathing) (birds chirping)
(underbrush crunches)
(shallow breathing)
- Tommy?
Do you wanna bring those pumpkin chunks over?
The water's nearly boiled.
- All right, yeah, just give us a sec.
(dramatic music) I'm just finishing the face.
(dramatic music)
(yells)
- Oh, my god.
(yelling)
- It bit my hand!
It bit my fucking fingers off!
(yells) - It's okay, it's okay.
Macie?
- [Tommy] Will you hurry the fuck up?
- [Jen] Macie!
Get the first aid kit.
- Where?
- [Jen] I don't fucking know!
I don't know!
(creature vocalizing)
(dramatic rock music)
- [Macie] Where are his fucking fingers?
- Will you just shut up and do something?
- [Macie] I'm fucking doing something!
- [Jen] Okay, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, this is gonna hurt, sorry.
(Tommy yells)
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
It's all right.
It's all right, it's okay.
It's all right, it's just gonna stop the bleeding.
It's gonna stop the bleeding.
It's gonna be okay, it's gonna be okay.
Okay.
- Jen, did you hear that?
(dramatic rock music)
(creature vocalizing)
(dramatic rock music)
(creature vocalizing)
(Macie screams)
(creature vocalizing) (dramatic rock music)
(leaders chattering)
- What a great start to the survival weekend.
- I couldn't agree more.
- [Denise] What a dysfunctional set of people.
- Yep.
(dramatic rock music) (birds chirping)
(leaders chattering)
(birds chirping)
- This is shit.
(sighs)
You all right?
- Yeah.
I just hate people.
- Anyone in particular?
- No.
I just hate people in general.
- You're in the wrong job, mate.
- I know, right?
- All right.
Okay.
(birds chirping)
Wait.
Did you hear something?
- Uh.
No?
- I could've sworn--
Look.
Over there.
- Is that a pumpkin?
(dramatic music)
- Fuck, it's got blood on it.
Jesus Christ.
(shucking)
Do you think it's--
Lance?
(gasps)
No!
(distressed mumbling)
Please, don't!
Don't do it, please!
Stop!
(screams)
(shucking)
(grunts)
(shucking)
(slow, dramatic synth music)
(upbeat music)
(bar goers laugh)
(upbeat music)
¶ Shoveling shit ¶
(laughing) (upbeat music)
(banging)
(upbeat music)
¶ Shoveling shit ¶
(upbeat music)
¶ Shoveling shit ¶
(upbeat music)
(laughing)
- Hey, careful.
(panting)
(upbeat music)
¶ Shoveling shit ¶
(laughing)
(soft acoustic music) (Sam panting)
- Shit, is that a pub?
¶ If you don't see me around ¶
¶ The places where I used to go ¶
¶ If people ask about me ¶
¶ Tell them you don't know ¶
¶ Nobody knows ¶
- Want another one, Mrs. Randall?
- Terrance.
- How many time have I got to tell you, it's Terry.
- I prefer to refer to people by their
proper Christian names, thank you.
- All right. (laughing)
- Careful, Terry.
Carry on like that, before you know it,
she'll be giving you a ride in that rock chair of hers.
(laughing)
- Aye.
I bet she's right wrong in the sack. (laughing)
- Watch it you two.
You can laugh all you like.
I barely can pass a woman upstairs these days.
(laughing) (glasses clinking)
- I grabbed him by his scruffy neck, and I said to him,
I said, "If you don't wind your neck in, boy,
"I'm gonna ram this red-hot poker right up your asshole."
- [Man] Bloody hell, Dave.
- What?
¶ His rainbow home ¶
(men laughing) (chattering)
- [Pam] You all right there, darling?
- Can I have some water, please?
- [Pam] You look like you need a cold shower,
let alone a drink.
(staggered breathing)
- Is she okay, love?
I say, are you with that rambling pack?
- What?
- Rambling, you know, ramblers.
- Not a lot of them ramblers around here lately, Stan.
- Ah.
- And doggers. - What?
- Doggers.
- Dog walkers.
- Yeah, that's what I meant.
We had some strange ramblers 'round
here last week though, didn't we?
- Aye, the rough ramblers.
- Naked ramblers.
- Aye, you see, I've never understood that.
Can you get nettles in your nether regions?
- I need to call the police.
- So why would you want to do that for?
- I seen something in the wood.
It was terrible.
- All right, come on darling, tell us what you saw.
- Where's your phone?
I need to call the police.
- Look, just calm down and-- - Don't tell me to calm down!
There's a body in the woods, without a head,
so we need to call the police now.
- Aye, there's a lot of strange stuff going
on around the moors.
You folk who aren't from around here,
you need to be more careful.
You don't know moors like we do.
- Aye.
And you're best off steering clear of them woods as well.
- God.
- Come on darling, you've only had a fright.
Let me take you to the phone,
and we can sort this out there, all right?
- Let's go.
- I'm leavin'.
Let's see if I can find a serial killer on the way home,
with any luck.
- Yeah, and being jumped by an ax-wielding homicidal
maniac works for me, too.
- Welp, lads.
Rambo's on a war path.
(laughing)
(slow, dramatic synth music)
- What in the fuck?
(slow, dramatic synth music)
(shucking)
(spits)
(slow, dramatic synth music)
- Tommy, you look really pale.
- I'm fine.
- Are you kidding me?
You lost a shit load of blood.
- I said I'm fine.
- Where's Macie?
Macie?
- Macie?
- Macie!
- [Macie] I'm here.
(heavy breathing)
- Jesus Christ, Macie.
Don't walk off like that.
(Tommy coughs)
- I heard someone walking.
So I thought it was the leaders, so I came to look.
No one's here.
Guys, I'm really scared.
- Don't tell me, line's dead?
- The line's dead.
(Sam gasps)
(wind blowing)
- You haven't been paying your electric bill, Stan?
- Well the lines are dead,
but it happened before the lights went out.
- Do you all believe me now?
There's something really weird going on out there.
(banging) (dramatic music)
- The bloody door's open.
Why don't they just come in?
- Just move out of the way, love.
(dramatic music)
Who's there?
Just open the door, mate.
(dramatic music)
(laughing)
(yelling)
Christ!
- Can you not see how messed up this?
Do you believe me now, do you?
- Will you just calm down, will ya?
- Well don't you look at me like I'm an idiot.
- Oh, this is ridiculous.
I'm gonna go out there and give 'em a bit of a poke.
- Nobody is going out there except her.
She were the one that brought that thing here,
whatever it is.
- I didn't bring anything here.
- Yeah, well how do we know it's not your bloody doing?
- [Pam] Everybody quiet!
Stan, get that body out of the pub and shut
the bloody door.
- Oh, bloody hell.
(door slams) (Stan grunts)
- Who cares who brought what where.
I'm more concerned about the fact there's a
killer in our woods.
Now, if you lot are finished flapping your skirts
around long enough, we're gonna lock the doors and windows
and stay put.
No one goes anywhere unless either the police get here,
or it's day light.
Do I make myself clear?
(grunting)
- We can't stay here all night.
- I feel weak.
- We can't move.
- We need a plan.
We need to move fast.
- I don't think I can.
- You can stay here all night if you like, Macie, but,
personally I, I refuse to die due to blood loss
because of some fucking pumpkin.
- I say we run.
Same direction Sam went.
She must've found somewhere.
Otherwise she would've come back.
- Like Lance and Denise.
- Maybe they're all dead.
Yeah, this is a perfect place for us to be killed.
This is a horror film waiting to fucking happen.
- Shh.
Stop it!
Stay focused.
Right.
I'm gonna count to three.
And then we're gonna run as fast as we can
through the woods until we get out, okay?
- Okay. - Okay.
- One,
two,
three.
(slow, dramatic music)
- [Tommy] Oh, Jen!
(slow, dramatic music)
(heavy breathing)
(Macie yelps)
- Guys, wait.
(heavy breathing)
Guys?
(heavy breathing) (slow, dramatic synth music)
(choking) (slow, dramatic synth music)
(whimpering)
(screaming)
- Come on.
There's a pub, Tommy.
Where's Macie?
Tommy, where the fuck is Macie?
- Shit.
(grunts)
- You've gotta get up, come on.
We need to just get safe and get into that pub.
Come on, there's gotta be people in there,
and we're gonna be all right.
(wind blowing)
(pounding on door)
Hello?
Please!
Is there someone in there?
(wind blowing)
(pounding on door)
(wind blowing)
- We should let her in, you know.
- Why?
- She's one of the campers that I was with from earlier.
They've been in the woods.
- [Jen] Please!
We've been attacked, my friend's bleeding.
- [Stan] Oh, you'd best let her in, love.
(wind blowing)
Oh bloody hell, get him in here.
Come here. (grunts)
(wind blowing)
(Tommy grunting)
- [Pam] What happened?
- He was bitten.
He bit his fingers off and then Macie,
we lost her in the woods.
I heard her scream.
- [Tommy] Pumpkin.
- What?
(Tommy whimpers)
What happened to the camp guides?
- They went missing, too.
They never came back.
I don't know what happened to them.
- I think I know.
- What do you mean?
- Didn't you see the body outside the door?
- What body?
- Huh?
(wind blowing)
(man coughs)
(wind blowing)
- It's gone.
The bloody body's gone.
- All right.
That's it.
This shit is pissing me off.
Who's coming with me?
Well I'm not waiting around here to get picked off
one by one like in some shitty horror movie.
I'm going out there and I'm gonna shoot it,
and if I have to, I'll kill it.
- [Man] Right, I'm with you, miss.
- I gotta try and find Macie.
I'm coming with you.
(wind blowing)
- Oh, bloody hell, it's freezin'.
I'm gonna go get me big coat.
- Terrance? - What?
- Where's Clive?
- Clive, we took one step outside the pub,
and he's off on his toes home,
skidding on his shits.
Yellow bellied bastard.
And what happened to them mariachi fellas?
You know, them guitarist thing?
(wind blowing)
- Bloody hell, that's better.
Come on, son.
Hold on, love.
(wind blowing)
(slow, dramatic music)
(fantastical, eerie music)
(man yelling)
(people yelling)
(cracking)
(yelling)
- What the hell?
He's a pumpkin!
(dramatic rock music)
- Oh shit.
(dramatic rock music) (Stan mumbling)
(fantastical eerie music)
(hits) (yelling)
- [Pam] Stan!
- Leave him there, he's better if he thinks he's dead.
(Stan whimpering)
(people yelling)
(slow, dramatic music)
You can't go back, you need to stay here.
- No.
Stan's--
- You can't go back.
You just need to calm down, we've got to leave him.
- What happened?
- The man, pumpkin head.
- [Mrs. Randall] Go see if you can get the door open.
- But they've locked us out. - Just go!
- You can't go after Stan.
Stan's dead, Pam, Stan's dead. - No!
(Pam sobbing) - He's not coming back.
Oh, Stan.
(slow, dramatic rock music)
(pounding)
- [Man] Open the door.
Come on, you need to let us in now.
- Don't you fucking dare open that door.
We're safe in here.
No fucking way!
(pounding on door)
- [Man] For fuck's sake!
He's coming for us.
(Tommy sobbing) (slow, dramatic rock music)
(shucking)
(dramatic rock music)
(dramatic, eerie music)
¶ Would you like to follow me ¶
¶ What's lurking in the shadow ¶
¶ His voice is kind of hollow ¶
¶ Would you like to follow me ¶
¶ Follow me ¶
(slow, eerie music)
(eerie music)
- My babies.
(rooster crows)
(dramatic synth rock music)
¶ You can run, you can hide ¶
¶ You got the secret to survive ¶
¶ To hide ¶
¶ And in twists and turns ¶
¶ Can you feel the burn ¶
¶ As it burns ¶
¶ It caps and collides deep down inside ¶
¶ Inside ¶
¶ Solitary eyes ¶
¶ In her dreams, she likes to fly ¶
¶ And into the night ¶
¶ She gets a thrill from the bite ¶
(dramatic synth rock music)
¶ The noises appear when you're filled with fear ¶
¶ Fear ¶
¶ Tarnished words spilling out as a slur ¶
¶ As a slur ¶
¶ And a overture faced with an empty stir ¶
¶ A stir ¶
¶ Solitary eyes ¶
¶ In her dreams she likes to fly ¶
¶ Into the night ¶
¶ She gets a thrill from the bite ¶
¶ Solitary eyes ¶
¶ In her dreams she likes to fly ¶
¶ Into the night ¶
¶ She gets a thrill from the bite ¶
(dramatic synth rock music)
¶ The ride ¶
¶ As it rides ¶
¶ Inside ¶
¶ Solitary eyes ¶
¶ In her dreams she likes to sly ¶
¶ Into the night ¶
¶ She gets a the thrill from the bite ¶
¶ Solitary eyes ¶
¶ In her dreams she likes to fly ¶
¶ Into the night ¶
¶ She gets a thrill from the bite ¶
(dramatic synth rock music)
(knocking)
- Trick or treat.
(gasps)
- What a scary costume.
- Thank you.
- Now,
would you like
sweets, or chocolate?
- Chocolate, please. - There you go.
- Thank you.
This is all mine.
(eerie, dramatic music)
(Mia screaming)