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[Part I:
October's a month for boys When life is simple, pure and And the youth can overlook The outside the door
hear a tale of Halloween And one not long past Jim Nightshade and Will Would never be quite so young
Fury, the seller of lightning rods, foretells the storm The light's on in the library, beneath the sky Charles Halloway sits inside, surrounded by his books A serious, lonely and sad old man youth has passed him by
And Jim and conspire To the carousel set their souls afire Could send straight to Hell
II: Torments]
Far away, but too close for comfort Carnival's calliope is Halloway sits in the darkened dark thoughts Son at home he doesn't know Fifty-four years so very old the carnival's ad in the fire Flames higher
after midnight, children awake Journeys await them, to take Run through the to the carnival grounds to ride the merry-go-round
Three AM is for the soul Never is a man so to death The house of temptation is at Souls are
What's the purpose of a life of What you don't know certainly can you step he made he second-guessed Life of
out of order, no one's around Hardly a whisper, hardly a Thinking that they're alone, but not Gloved hands encircle, now they are
III: The Carnival]
Late that night the boys Watched the spin 'round Turning old man young Bringing to town
Carousel turns and Years can and time can burn accomplice, age reversed Now a boy accursed
Jim and stumble in To this world of sin Forward the carousel Cooger ages, dies and to hell
Mister Dark at once the boys have seen too much As call for the police He and the witch For their plan to be
return with the law Try to them what they saw The witch her voice and the old, dead man to come to life again
The ruse has worked, no one the Tales of what the have seen The witch locks eyes; they fear her She wishes a "short sad life for both!"
[Part IV:
Late that night the takes to the sky above the town Searching for the who know the secret of the carousel A black of circus freaks, and led by Mister Dark, Scours every street for the boys to them down to hell
The boys seen too much And now their death will be silence The have caskets fashioned for the little boys who hid And Mister Dark 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 arcane and books Scouring them for any of knowledge. Charles, Jim and
A father's son who know his dad he wishes that he had As he sees that old lonely man Could be they the only they have
The Carnival has here many times Its history is found the lines Comes by every years or so Since more than two hundred ago
They feast upon the and fears of men Promise you just what you want and When they're through steal your very soul you in their sideshow
And as the church bell They hear the door The boys hide for their As Dark arrives
[Part VI:
Tearing at his To take a second To the wrongs To live
No No more as a Man to old to his son
He turns the offer Not willing to exchange his For what he the most
Mister Charles' hand And tells the witch to the man A of precious death
(old man) Hear your (old man) your 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) burning her wicked (Standing), he's beaten her back (Smiling), the time is now (Striding) into the street (Knowing) that he can save them (Mister Dark) the boys into the streets (Will to be) made a toy for freaks (Nightshade) to be his partner for (After the) carnival's over (Carnival): one last to see (Shoot the witch): gypsy who die (Mister Dark) gazes out over the for a (Volunteer): someone to it a try
(Halloway) calls out from deep in the (Mister Dark) cannot believe his (Halloway) his hand picks up the gun (To steady it) he calls for the of his son
VIII: Departures]
Far away, in the mirror maze The town calls his name And Will the spell The dust witch placed his head
Halloway: and son as one As Mister Dark gives them the and Charles carves a crescent moon
Mister Dark at the bullet He doesn't yet under The of what Charles has done So he let's the proceed
But the moon he isn't a moon at all It's his smile the bullet And totem finds it's way To the witch's
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 back and making him older A lifetime full of A man who never his son A man whose were never done
Halloway rises The hall of mirrors He picks up his son and runs him Across the carnival
still upon the carousel Charles and Will him down boy appears saying Mister gone And the four of us give chase
looks at the strange young boy He sees him for he is Mister Dark made again by the Power of the
Charles the boy up Holds him close and his hatred And grave determination Lets his heart with love for his and his son And returns the hate with this love and it courses Dark's body And he and dies
As the tents disappears The three of them laughing to town Two and one middle-aged man No longer quite so old as he
Far but much too close for comfort Far away but much too for comfort