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[Part I:
October's a rare month for When life is simple, and sweet And the foolish can overlook The wolf the door
Come a tale of Halloween And one October not past Jim and Will Halloway Would never be quite so young
Fury, the seller of lightning rods, the coming storm The on in the library, beneath the black'ning sky Charles Halloway sits deep inside, surrounded by his A serious, and sad old man whose youth has passed him by
And Jim and Will To ride the Could set their souls Could send them to Hell
II: Torments]
Far away, but much too close for Carnival's is playing Halloway in the darkened library dark thoughts Son at home he doesn't really years seems so very old Throws the carnival's ad in the Flames grow
after midnight, children awake Journeys them, chances to take Run through the to the carnival grounds Hoping to the merry-go-round
Three AM is for the soul Never is a man so to death The house of is at hand are damned
What's the purpose of a of virtue? What you don't know can hurt you Every step he made he of regret
Ride's out of order, no around a whisper, hardly a sound Thinking that they're alone, but not hands encircle, now they are caught
[Part The Carnival]
Late night the boys returned Watched the carousel spin Turning old man into darkness to town
Carousel turns and can scorch and time can burn Dark's accomplice, age Now a boy accursed
Jim and stumble in To this world of sin Forward spins the ages, dies and goes to hell
Mister knows at once the boys have seen too much As they call for the He and the wait For their to be unleashed
return with the law Try to tell them what saw The witch throws her and the old, dead man Seems to to life again
The has worked, no one believes the Tales of the boys have seen The locks eyes; they fear her most; She wishes them a "short sad for both!"
[Part IV:
Late that night the witch takes to the sky above the Searching for the boys who know the secret of the A parade of circus freaks, and led by Mister Dark, every street for the boys to drag them down to hell
The boys have too much And now death will be their silence The freaks caskets fashioned for the little boys who hid And Mister halts the procession, seeing the librarian, He asks him who the boys are; fills rage as the old man lies
[Part V: The People]
Late that inside the town's old library Circled by arcane and books Scouring them for any of knowledge. Charles, Jim and
A father's son who doesn't his dad Suddenly he wishes he had As he that this old lonely man Could be the only hope they have
The has been here many times Its is found between the lines Comes by forty years or so Since than two hundred years ago
They feast upon the sins and of men Promise you just what you want and When they're through they'll steal very soul you in their sideshow
And as the bell rings hear the opening door The boys hide for their As Mister arrives
[Part VI:
Tearing at his To a second chance To right the To again
No No more as a Man to old to his son
He turns the down Not willing to exchange his For he wants the most
Mister Crushes Charles' And the witch to give the man A of precious death
(old man) your breathing (old man) Feel hurt (old man) See you're (old man) your heart
[Part Confrontations]
(Halloway) ten closer to death (Somehow) finding the courage to (Laughter) searing in the face (Laughter) her wicked soul (Standing), knowing he's beaten her (Smiling), the time is now (Striding) purposefully the street (Knowing) that he can them somehow (Mister Dark) the boys into the streets (Will to be) made a toy for freaks (Nightshade) to be his partner for (After the) over tonight (Carnival): one attraction to see (Shoot the witch): who cannot die (Mister Dark) gazes out the crowd for a (Volunteer): to give it a try
(Halloway) calls out from in the crowd (Mister Dark) cannot his eyes (Halloway) his good picks up the gun (To steady it) he for the help of his son
[Part VIII:
Far away, trapped in the mirror The whole town calls his And Will awakes the The dust witch upon his head
Halloway: and son as one As Mister gives them the bullet and Charles carves into a moon
Mister Dark stares at the He doesn't yet stand The of what Charles has done So he the game proceed
But the he carved isn't a moon at all It's his smile the bullet And this totem it's way To the heart
The gun and the knows this and now is dead!
Chaos spreads, and and Will Run to the maze to Jim walks in Confronted by of a million ancient men Staring and making him older A lifetime full of A man who never his son A man whose deeds were done
Halloway from The hall of mirrors He picks up his son and runs him the carnival grounds
Nightshade still the carousel Charles and help him down Another boy saying Dark's gone And the four of us give chase
Halloway at the strange young boy He sees him for he is Mister Dark younger again by the of the carousel
Charles the boy up Holds him close and his hatred And grave determination his heart fill with love for his and his son And returns the hate with this love and it courses Dark's young And he and dies
As the tents disappears The of them spring laughing back to Two boys and one man No longer quite so old as he
Far away but much too close for Far away but much too close for