Hallows Victim (Exhumed)

Panic in the air

Awaken to the call

Ghostly apparitions

Making your skin crawl

Incense, tambourines

Sorcerors arise

All you see are pools af blood

And fire in their eyes

Grinning jack-o-lanterns

Lit by candle-light

Cauldrons bubble over-filled

On this night of nights

Leather bat-wings

Slicing through the air

Leaves your body white with shock

You're wide-eyed and scared

Cross in your hand

Time to make your stand

Your bravery's fading somehow

Garlic 'round your neck

Paranoia's got you wrecked

You jump at every little sound

Boney witches fingers

Are scratching at your face

Skeletons sit beside you

Making your heart race

Cold sweat is running

Running from your brow

You've got a one-way ticket

To six feet underground