In the shadows you can see the reflections,
Of a dark and devious mind,
Where screams of terror are bludgeoned,
And in the darkness is where evil cries...
A corpse an illusion of the risen dead,
Who float under the cover of night,
Where far past the headstones they stroll,
Fear brings them am evil delight...
The carnal knowledge of those who relied,
On the sins of a demonic spell,
It's a nightmare of epic proportion,
For it is in your soul that they dwell...
Friction creates an infinite spark,
That the spirits have come to release,
All the fright that destiny controls,
Darkness awakes now the Gothic beast....
Etched in the stone that marks their name,
Where they lay and inside they rot,
They know that it is true that the spirits,
Can never ever be caught...
Chant in the darkness you will see the night,
And know that you are not there alone,
Mortals spent their lives trying to warn you,
Believe or they will take back home...
One by one they deceive you,
They feed from the fright of your tears....
And laugh in the lasting desire,
It is everything that you fear...
Remorse can no longer save you,
You prayed to your Gods and you lied,
History shows that Samhain has your soul,
With the stench of death you will die...
They return to places they came from,
Far beneath and under the ground,
They beckon your soul in their anger,
With the screams and the cries and the sounds...
Doom is now only just the beginning,
Of the ultimate way to proceed,
Caught up in the trials of terror,
In a place where everyone bleeds...
As a new dawn approaches the daytime,
You thought that they disappeared,
Only now they haunt in a kingdom,
Where Spirits and Demons are feared...
Living on earth has provisions,
But some only follow their fate,
And now live in the depths of the fire,
With your life you died from your hate...
