Song For Halloween

 (Verse 1)

Midnight bell tolls, the air turns cold and thick

Shadows writhe and twist, playing every trick

From the forgotten crypts where ancient horrors sleep

A chilling whisper rises, promises to keep

The moon hangs low, a bloated, crimson eye

Watching silent screams pierce the witches' sky

Cobwebs cling like shrouds to the graveyard gate

Tonight the living learn to fear their fate.

(Pre-Chorus)

Hear the scratching, just beneath the floor?

Something's stirring, hungry for more

The ground begins to tremble, a ghastly, wet sound

As broken things awaken from the hallowed ground!

(Chorus)

Oh, the blood-stained moon, a crimson tide!

Guts and gristle, nowhere left to hide!

Screaming, visceral, from the hollow night!

Welcome to the harvest of pure, gory fright!

Tear the flesh and crack the bone, drink the fear so deep!

This Halloween, your soul is ours to keep!

(Verse 2)

Pale hands claw the soil, from graves they rise again

Eyes like burning coals, filled with endless pain

A zombie horde, they shamble, with a hunger in their stride

Dripping crimson ichor, nowhere left to hide

A tearing sound, a wet, slick squelch, as sinews start to fray

The feast has just begun, as spirits come to play

The smell of rot and sulfur fills the poisoned air

A warning to the mortals, trapped within this nightmare.

(Pre-Chorus)

Feel the cold breath, creeping down your spine?

Something’s waiting, making you decline

The ground begins to tremble, a ghastly, wet sound

As broken things awaken from the hallowed ground!

(Chorus)

Oh, the blood-stained moon, a crimson tide!

Guts and gristle, nowhere left to hide!

Screaming, visceral, from the hollow night!

Welcome to the harvest of pure, gory fright!

Tear the flesh and crack the bone, drink the fear so deep!

This Halloween, your soul is ours to keep!

(Bridge)

No lock can hold, no prayer can save your skin

When the hungry horror claws its way within

Your heartbeat quickens, a frantic, thunderous drum

Another tasty morsel, for what has yet to come.

They wear your screams as garlands, your terror as their crown

As marrow-deep dread settles, all across this cursed town.

(Chorus)

Oh, the blood-stained moon, a crimson tide!

Guts and gristle, nowhere left to hide!

Screaming, visceral, from the hollow night!

Welcome to the harvest of pure, gory fright!

Tear the flesh and crack the bone, drink the fear so deep!

This Halloween, your soul is ours to keep!

(Outro)

Hush now, little victim, the shadows grow so long...

Just another whisper in the devils' song.

The feast is done, but the stains rem

ain...

'Til next year's darkness... and the blood-soaked rain...

Heh-heh-heh... gurgle...