The Spell:

Dead and hiding from the Moon, eating brains with a spoon. 

The Conjuring:

Dear Death, I am hungry for more.

I lived life staring at the open floor.

I want revenge more than ever before,

Allow me to open your hidden door, 

And see what you have for me in store, 

I will suckle their brains so you can restore.

 A life they simply can never ignore, 

Make me DEAD AS NIGHT to the core. 

The Craft:

Ready for another FAMILY ADDITION? But hurry, I am LIMITED EDITION!