I WAIT ALL YEAR, FOR TIME IS RIGHT,
TO HEED THEIR SCATTERED FEAR.
RELEASE THEM ALL, WHO MAKE THE CALL,
FOR THOSE WHO HIDE BY NEAR.
BLACKEST OF BLACK, DARKEST OF DARK,
FOR ONLY THE WORST HAVE SEEN,
THE DEAD THAT WALK UPON THE GROUND,
IN THE NIGHT OF HALLOWEEN.
RELEASE THIS EVIL GROWING DEEP,
DEEP WITHIN THE GROUND.
RELEASE THEM FROM THERE DEVILISH HELL,
RELEASE THEM WITHOUT A SOUND.
LET THEM ROAM THE LAND AGAIN,
TO PERFORM THEIR DEVILISH YEARLY SIN.
WITH A SUDDEN TWITCH,
YOU'LL BEHOLD THE WITCH
FLY BY THE MOON SO ROUND,
AND YOU'LL STARE IN TERROR
AS THIS YOU'VE SEEN,
ON THE NIGHT OF HALLOWEEN.
EVIL THINGS, THEY LURK WITHIN OUR MIND
OF THE VERY NIGHT WE TALK,
THEY COME WITHIN US, AND LEAVE WITHOUT US,
AND UPON THIS NIGHT THEY STALK.
SO ON THIS NIGHT, WE PLAY THE GAME,
AND THINK A SILLY THOUGHT,
AND THOSE THAT PRETEND TO BE,
WILL BE THOSE THAT WILL SURELY ROT,
