Halloween

The sun is setting in the west, the shadows are growing tall, and that moon's on the rise to nine children of the night roll. Tonight the graves are opening up the strange ascites and sea.

Keep on doors and win those blockedest night of power please. I'm sneaking to your dreams tonight, my voice is constantly lying. You cannot fight my whole demise, leave the lures behind. The twilight mistends to you, it's all I can agree.

A revelation of human fears is neither now or please. So's what I think Life's that you have never been Come to life for another week Hey So's what I think So's what I think Those who will have made lives that should have leavened me of life Halloween

A son is sitting in the west The shadows of your own town A bad moon's on the rise to night Children of the night hall Tonight the graves are opening up The strange sights are seen The more doors the windows lock the style of power We are the undead, immortal No man can harm us but he wants a state to our hearts

On the head's ass No one has put me to harm us unless they've all the hated cross I can see for the most extreme my savior's delight I can feel it like a human picture It is a text, one who is dedicated to a devil and his deeds will not die by a vampire's light

They will become one of the undead by vampire The court and the innocent die I