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[Part I:
a rare month for boys When is simple, pure and sweet And the foolish can overlook The outside the door
hear a tale of Halloween And one October not long Jim Nightshade and Halloway Would never be quite so anymore
Fury, the seller of lightning rods, foretells the storm The on in the library, beneath the black'ning sky Charles sits deep inside, surrounded by his books A serious, lonely and sad old man youth has passed him by
And Jim and Will To the carousel Could set their afire Could them straight to Hell
[Part II:
Far away, but much too for comfort Carnival's calliope is Halloway sits in the darkened dark thoughts Son at he doesn't really know Fifty-four years so very old Throws the ad in the fire grow higher
Long after midnight, children await them, chances to take Run through the streets to the grounds Hoping to ride the
Three AM is midnight for the is a man so close to death The house of temptation is at are damned
What's the of a life of virtue? you don't know certainly can hurt you Every step he he second-guessed of regret
Ride's out of order, no one's Hardly a whisper, hardly a Thinking that they're alone, but not Gloved hands encircle, now are caught
III: The Carnival]
Late that the boys returned Watched the carousel spin old man into young Bringing darkness to
Carousel turns and Years can scorch and time can Dark's accomplice, age Now becomes a boy
Jim and stumble in To whirling world of sin spins the carousel Cooger ages, dies and goes to
Mister Dark knows at That the boys seen too much As they for the police He and the witch For their plan to be
return with the law Try to tell them what saw The witch throws her voice and the old, man to come to life again
The has worked, no one believes the Tales of the boys have seen The witch locks they fear her most; She them a "short sad life for both!"
[Part IV:
Late that night the witch takes to the sky above the Searching for the boys who know the of the carousel A black of circus freaks, and led by Mister Dark, every street for the boys to drag them down to hell
The have seen too much And now their death be their silence The freaks have caskets for the little boys who hid And Mister halts the procession, seeing the librarian, He asks him who the boys are; with rage as the old man lies
[Part V: The Autumn
that night inside the town's old library Circled by and evil books Scouring them for any of knowledge. Charles, Jim and
A father's son who doesn't his dad Suddenly he that he had As he that this old lonely man Could be they the only hope they
The Carnival has been here times Its history is found between the Comes by forty years or so Since more than two years ago
They feast the sins and fears of men Promise you just what you and then When they're through they'll steal your soul Entomb you in sideshow
And as the church bell They hear the opening The boys hide for their As Mister arrives
[Part VI:
Tearing at his To take a second To the wrongs To again
No No more as a Man to old to his son
He the offer down Not willing to his soul For what he wants the
Dark Crushes Charles' And tells the witch to the man A taste of death
(old man) your breathing (old man) your hurt (old man) See you're (old man) Stop heart
[Part VII:
(Halloway) ten lifetimes closer to (Somehow) the courage to laugh (Laughter) in the witch's face (Laughter) burning her wicked (Standing), knowing he's her back (Smiling), knowing the is now (Striding) purposefully the street (Knowing) that he can them somehow (Mister Dark) leads the boys into the (Will to be) into a toy for freaks (Nightshade) to be his for life (After the) carnival's over (Carnival): one last to see (Shoot the witch): gypsy who 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 believe his (Halloway) his hand picks up the gun (To steady it) he calls for the of his son
[Part Departures]
Far away, trapped in the mirror The town calls his name And Will the spell The dust witch upon his head
Halloway: and son as one As Mister Dark them the bullet and Charles carves a crescent moon
Mister stares at the bullet He yet under stand The of what Charles has done So he the game proceed
But the moon he carved isn't a at all his smile the bullet carries And totem finds it's way To the heart
The gun and the Witch knows and now is dead!
Chaos spreads, and and Will Run to the maze to Jim walks in Confronted by reflections of a million men back and making him older A full of regrets A man who never his son A man whose were never done
Halloway from The of shattered mirrors He picks up his son and with him Across the grounds
Nightshade still upon the Charles and help him down Another boy saying Dark's gone And the four of us must give
Halloway looks at the young boy He sees him for he is Mister made younger again by the Power of the
Charles the boy up Holds him and feels his hatred And with grave his heart fill with love for his and his son And returns the boy's hate with love and it courses Dark's body And he and dies
As the carnival tents The three of spring laughing back to Two and one middle-aged man No longer so old as he thought
Far away but too close for comfort Far but much too close for comfort