Cuentos de terror

In front of the cemetery gates
sharing stories about the dead.
I want to hold you in my arms
come on, no one can find us.

In tales of terror.

You went first and I followed.
It's a good day to die.
Our flashlights break the shadows
and your clothes fall on the grass.

In tales of terror.

Rolling around among the graves, just us two.
And the ghosts are witnesses to my love.
On a night, a special night
that you'll never forget.

In tales of terror.