Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize your neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the acls for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a console’s shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly bits from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your skin starts to turn blue
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of sqlite2.