Candles flicker guiding me through the rusted iron gates
Licking in the soaring winds dancing with enchanting grace
The ground beneath my feet heaves, shifting, rifting splayed
As I move along the undead throng beneath me in their graves
I see glimpses of them from their monoliths and tombs
Their claws grate heavily against the ancient marbled ruins
I hear their sinister laughter echoed through the starlit night
I see their shifting shapes and shadows sweeping through the isles
Creeping through the cemetery
Passing by the burial mounds
The wind carries the deads laments
Whispering their depraved sounds
Feeling through the cobwebs
And the twisted branches of the trees
Stumbling across the demonic rites
On the night of a Samhain feast...
Scaled sins tear at my skin passing me through many hands
Taking me and taunting me preparing their torturous plans
Skulls litter their lair alongside rats and broken bones
No matter how loud my screams resound I cannot surpass their moans
The candles are snuffed at once with a final tempestuous blow
They clamber with their cobwebbed toes into their abode below
Creeping through the cemetery
Passing by the burial mounds
The wind carries the deads laments
Whispering their depraved sounds
Feeling through the cobwebs
And the twisted branches of the trees
Stumbling across the demonic rites
On the night of a Samhain feast...
Sacrificed to devils I see their festive fires light
Frightening figures of fervent evil ushering my demise
Congregated demons with red eyes stare right through me
Chanting dark and twisted words at I the Samhain feast
... I the Samhain feast