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