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
You can 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 knife
Samhain's demanding sacrifice
You can feel October slowly dying
Come Halloween she'll rise again
Black druidess, Queen of the Damned
You can 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
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