Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hallow's Eve, artist - Hallows Eve. Album song Tales of Terror, in the genre
Date of issue: 11.07.1985
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Hallow's Eve |
Hear the voices, see the faces feel the chill of the fog rolling |
let me bring you, tales of terror let me bring you, the macabre tale of |
Hallows Eve, let me bring you terror fear grips your heart as you’ve ne’r |
known Hallows Eve, let me bring you horror shock grips your soul, as |
you’ve ne’r known lay your ear to the floor hear us down below calling to |
be released from your private twilight zone Hallows Eve, the rising of the |
dead Hallows Eve, and bedlam will rule Hallows Eve, turn look past the |
shadows our dark carnival is about to begin! |
Arriving home as you’ve done |
everyday before |
up you walk, up to you everyday door pulling out the key you’ve known so |
long you open the door and everything is wrong before your eyes a paradise |
unfolds money trees, |
whiskey and wenches to hold turn around to see the |
door is gone forget 'bout the home you’ve known so long you turn to face |
the enigmatic scene it is all so beautiful yet this is no dream it is all |
you ever wanted, don’t be naive see the gates around, |
you can’t leave such |
frustration to be trapped in a cage |
…skin of fair wrenching only serves |
to enrage they offer you the fruits of all you see you can’t have the |
goods 'cause you’re not free suddenly the trees are burnt and dead the |
babbling brook turns to bloody red the demonic faces of the women turn |
only to reveal that now you’ll burn demons of all kind appear their faces |
all distort and leer one is wielding quite an axe you are thrown upon your |
back the axe is raised above your head… |
«STOP! |
it is not yet his time, but we will have him soon enough…» |
The harpies with their webbed wings |
laugh away the Filthy One says that you can’t stay the Master syas your |
time has not begun we will send you back, but we will have our fun it |
won’t take long and you’ll be back for good we’ll let you meet the axe-man |
with the hood he will rind your bones and we’ll have our meat you’ll feel |
and be alive, but grovel at our feet |
arriving home as you’ve done |
everyday before up you walk, |
up to your everyday door though you don’t |
know why, you feel quite strange you leave your home behind, guess, |
you need a change? |
hear those voices, |
see those faces feel the chill of the |
fog rolling let me bring you tales of terror let me bring you the macabre |
tale of Hallows Eve, let me bring you terror fear grips your heart as |
you’ve never known Hallows Eve, |
let me bring you horror shock grips your soul, |
as you’ve never known lay your ear to the floor hear us down below |
hear the wicked saint laugh from his vile embryo a toast my friends to you, |
rehearse you loudest scream, I am out to get you, |
I am I am hellish grace, |
thief of light lurking always in the night I could have you one by |
one creeping round till I’m done demons taking to the sky round and round |
and round they fly the well are sick, |
the sick are well living in eternal |
hell celebrate the quaking quill of Edgar Allan Poe, |
you will scream, |
scream for your Christ everlasting antichrist bouts with death do not |
serve to change a man’s belief, |
just nerve only to reveal more clear just |
who does he serve on Hallows Eve? |