Every house is aflame
On this feast of Samhain
Lanterns lit to purify the streets
Kids in costumes
Their meaning long since lost
Salivating with the hunger for sweets
Ding dong a devils at the door
A bowl outstretched to stubbier hands
And off Lucifer walks into the dark
Satisfied by the tithe as it stands
A payment is made
A price must be paid
Tonight just like those nights past
Such a small token
It’s meaning more important than cost
For every lore the shadow of truth is cast
Without tithe I hear the footsteps
A fear deep down stirs in my primitive core
No time to run, to hide or to plead
Ding dong the devils at my door
