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
Chorus:
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