He who shall not be named was named,
Now nothing will ever be the same,
Can you feel October slowly dying?
She felt a chill run down her neck,
Dank smell of straw like a scarecrow’s breath,
Can you feel October slowly dying?
The moon is full,
The time is right to shed my evil demon’s light on you.
Navigate by pumpkin’s light,
This cornfield hides a shallow grave for you.
The master spoke,
Down came the night,
Samhain demanding sacrifice,
Can you feel October slowly dying?
Come Halloween she’ll rise again,
Black druidess, Queen of the Damned,
Can you feel October Slowly dying?
The moon is full,
The time is right to shed my evil demon’s light on you.
Navigate by pumpkin’s light,
This cornfield hides a shallow grave for you.
The moon is full,
The time is right to shed my evil demon’s light on you.
Navigate by pumpkin’s light,
This cornfield hides a shallow grave for you.