Even Angels Fall, That Does Not Make Them Human

They will remove the tongues of women who speak

And the pale rider looked at me and knew that I was Death

Those that say they aren’t scared of the dark, they’ve never been truly trapped in it.

Round these parts they still burn witches.

We are children of Nero

You can’t tig your butcher

Forever Halloween

Here lies the body
Of poor little Andy
Ate some rat poison
Thought it was candy

Beneath this stone
Are the remains of Bette
We did call the ambulance
But it’s not here yet