On a long and lonely road
the coldest night dare unfold
the crimson tree leaves; colored death
rage the streets of Hallows best
isolation from all that's real
little demon's take control and hold
of the innocent beings
Terror reigns the night
as darkness swallows the comforting light
hidden shadows that surround
evolve into the monstrous figures
we hold so dear to our imaginations
childlike innocence or simply a lust for evil embracment?
it's a dark mysterious trail into the unknown depths of unimaginable fear
