| In the witching hour the moon is up
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| And lights the fields
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| Hear the distant sound of the owls cry
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| The night’s surreal
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| In this forgotten graveyard
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| Where all forbidden things are
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| Buried and hiding, waiting
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| Headstones are slowly shaking
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| The buried ones will now awake
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| Resurrected from the dead
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| The haunting season has begun
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| The haunters horn calls shades of dogs
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| The games afoot and now the haunt is on
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| Resurrected from the dead
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| The haunting season has begun
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| The mortal fate to be ghostly prey
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| There’s no escape because the haunt is on
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| They gather around and plan the haunt
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| Until the end
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| Make the people run — Let them tire
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| Ripped to shreds
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| In this forgotten graveyard
|
| Where all forbidden things are
|
| Buried and hiding, waiting
|
| Headstones are slowly shaking
|
| The buried ones will now awake
|
| Resurrected from the dead
|
| The haunting season has begun
|
| The haunters horn calls shades of dogs
|
| The games afoot and now the haunt is on
|
| Resurrected from the dead
|
| The haunting season has begun
|
| The mortal fate to be ghostly prey
|
| There’s no escape because the haunt is on
|
| The haunt is on
|
| The haunt is on
|
| The haunt is on
|
| The haunt is on
|
| The haunt is on
|
| The haunt is on
|
| The haunt is on
|
| The haunt is on
|
| Resurrected from the dead
|
| The haunting season has begun
|
| The haunters horn calls shades of dogs
|
| The games afoot and now the haunt is on
|
| Resurrected from the dead
|
| The haunting season has begun
|
| The mortal fate to be ghostly prey
|
| There’s no escape because the haunt is on |