| Last day of October as you walk the path
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| While morbid thoughts fill your head
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| That sinister lady you met in the woods
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| Has frightened you way beyond scared
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| Her tales of terror directed at you
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| Spoke of your downfall and fate
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| Half-hearted you laughed at
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| Predictions to come
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| Now all evil shall have its day…
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| The winter is cold and bitter as hell
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| As the haunting moon guides the way
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| An owl on the tree sits shockingly quiet
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| As dark devours the day
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| The silence increases striking your nerves
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| Impatient to safely reach home
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| Awaiting the moment of fable or truth
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| Not knowing if «it» will come
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| The fire awaits you it’s watching all the time
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| There’s nothing you can do
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| But witness your world fall…
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| «Stay on your guard this dark Halloween
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| And never look at its eyes»
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| «Pick up your pace and don’t look back»
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| Said the lady so elder and wise
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| Pray to the heavens for protection and guidance
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| It’s really all you can do
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| «It» is out there mark my words
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| And it’s waiting just for you
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| The fire awaits you
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| It’s watching all the time
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| There’s nothing you can do
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| But die!
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| Here I sit among all evil at the gates of hell
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| Another victim of the fire
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| Born to serve it well
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| I scream and scream but no one comes
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| Burning all the time
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| My soul is damned in lakes of fire
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| And evil sits just smiling |