It was a soft gentle night
  In the little town of, of, well, your town
  The gentle breeze swept the streets
  Creating that pleasant howl that these kind town folks
  Have enjoyed for so many, many years
  The wind chimes sent their peaceful melodies
  Into the ears of the sleepy residents
  But the unusual was approaching in the distance
  Something evil was heading towards this small town
  While the residents slept, something crept
  Slithered and crawled its way through the quiet streets
  Guided by the moon light
  These frightening strangers set up tents and rides
  Shows and games, there were savage jesters
  And wicked ringmasters
  There were horrid freak shows
  And sights only the impending doom will witness
  They brung with them the carnage
  That they had lived with for eternity
  The morning is a new day
  The people of this town will unwillingly witness
  The show of their lives, only rumored to exist
  You will be the next to die helplessly
  At the Carnival of Carnage