Luyện nghe bài hát Hallows Eve (Including Routine)

Hear the voices, see the faces the chill of the fog rolling
let me bring you, tales of terror let me bring you, the tale of
Hallows Eve, let me you terror fear grips your heart as you've ne'r
known Hallows Eve, let me bring you horror shock your soul, as
you've ne'r known lay your ear to the hear us down below calling to
be released your private twilight zone Hallows Eve, the rising of the
dead Hallows Eve, and bedlam will rule Eve, turn look past the
shadows our carnival is about to begin!
Arriving home as done
before
up you walk, up to you door pulling out the key you've known so
you open the door and everything is wrong before your eyes a paradise
unfolds trees,
whiskey and wenches to turn around to see the
door is gone forget 'bout the home you've known so long you turn to
the enigmatic scene it is all so beautiful yet this is no it is all
you ever wanted, be naive see the gates around,
you can't leave
frustration to be trapped in a
...skin of fair wrenching serves
to enrage offer you the fruits of all you see you can't have the
goods 'cause you're not suddenly the trees are burnt and dead the
babbling brook turns to red the demonic faces of the women turn
only to reveal that now you'll burn demons of all kind appear faces
all distort and one is wielding quite an axe you are thrown upon your
back the axe is raised above head....
"STOP!! it is not yet his time, but we have him soon enough..."
The harpies with their wings
laugh away the Filthy One says that you can't stay the Master your
time has not begun we send you back, but we will have our fun it
take long and you'll be back for good we'll let you meet the axe-man
with the hood he rind your bones and we'll have our meat you'll feel
and be alive, but at our feet
arriving home as done
before up you walk,
up to everyday door though you don't
know why, you feel strange you leave your home behind, guess,
you need a
those voices,
see those faces the chill of the
fog let me bring you tales of terror let me bring you the macabre
tale of Hallows Eve, let me bring you fear grips your heart as
you've never Hallows Eve,
let me bring you horror grips your soul,
as you've never lay your ear to the floor hear us down below
hear the wicked saint from his vile embryo a toast my friends to you,
you loudest scream, I am out to get you,
I am I am grace,
thief of light lurking always in the night I could you one by
one creeping round till I'm demons taking to the sky round and round
and they fly the well are sick,
the sick are living in eternal
hell celebrate the quaking quill of Allan Poe,
you scream,
scream for your Christ antichrist bouts with death do not
serve to change a belief,
just nerve to reveal more clear just
who does he serve on Eve?