Death, a tale of Halloween long ago. Before the childs play. Within the realm of Hell, Fire to show, a place we can't stay.
Diaster in a dream or was it a nightmare. Nothing is as it seems, yet nobody cares. Tonight the Devil's theme.
As the moon now is full, Ghost will fly to moan. The wolf shall howl. Human spirit to pull, as the animal in me groans.
Tonight blood shall flow as centuries before. Tonight the demon priest shall show, Hell is waiting at your door.
And in the end the devils play, As we fall to be fooled in vast aray.Fire now to consume the soul. Heap to shovel on more coal. To begin the burning now seen. This the last Halloween.
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-10-21 07:52:42
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