| Still air, the harvest moon in the sky
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| Fools scared of their supernatural demise
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| Raised hair on the back of your neck
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| Tells you something is lurking tonight
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| The hymns of the October wind are howling through the trees
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| The sun sets on a night to bring the bravest to their knees
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| A thin divide is lifted letting spirits through the fray
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| When shadows fall the beasts have come to scare us all away
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| Dark saints
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| All hallows
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| The villains hunt before they’re off to the gallows on a
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| Cursed night
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| A bone chiller
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| Cover your eyes, 'cause you’re living a thriller
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| Red feast, of bounty for violent delights
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| Released from hell and its unending spite
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| One breach, every hundred years
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| To let the masked reign the living with fright
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| A ravenous monstrosity to put Lovecraft to shame
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| When horrors born with countless eyes, arise without a name
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| The living and the citizens once mourned but fear the dead
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| Those fiends have come for vengeance, and will bury them instead
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| Dark saints
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| All hallows
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| The villains hunt before they’re off to the gallows on a
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| Cursed night
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| A bone chiller
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| Cover your eyes, 'cause you’re living a thriller
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| The spirits and the whispers stir, the shadows come alive
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| The dead ones in their sleep no longer pressured to abide
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| Free reign, for those between the veil
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| Held tight within a harrowing tale
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| Lights out, hide on this unholy eve
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| When the mortal boundaries fail
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| Dark saints
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| All hallows
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| The villains hunt before they’re off to the gallows on a
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| Cursed night
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| A bone chiller
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| Cover your eyes, 'cause you’re living a thriller |