• Dead rotted trees on all Hollows eve,
    In the cold midnight wind for I have sinned,
    Pagan worship on a boulder remnants there where the fire smolders,
    A crack in the sky puzzles all minds,
    I worship the pentagram for close minded books say I am damned,
    Beneath the howling stars the moon's white light softens my scars,
    The blue lit forest arranged by some unseen florist,
    The hushed trees creep up over me,
    As I listen for the vicious screams,
    I hear the men on Halloween,
    "What do they say?" all have asked me,
    "Pray and worship the black cat, and kneel before the witch's hat",
    October rust in the trees and seeping into darkened seas,
    The NecroButcher look at him gleam through the sewer gate steam,
    I run for I was deathly afraid into the down town masquerade,
    In the country where stars are bright and living scarecrows are quite a fright,
    All alone in death’s black alleys I wish for life’s lush green valley,
    As manslaughter Lycanthropes pray for new hope,
    Give my blood into their plight to join their howls into the night,
    Dig deep my love into my dreams,
    To hear the wolfs on Halloween,
    "What do they say the banshee screams,
    Dear Mr. Crowley what upon hellish wings you flew,
    Help me realize this world through real eyes,
    I am a resting place for the worm in my head I feel them squirm,
    Join me here in this place of bliss and silence me with just a kiss,
    Together we are slaves,
    Listen for the vicious screams,
    I hear the dead on Halloween,
    "What do they say?" the banshee screams,
    "Pray and worship the black cat, and kneel before the witch's hat",
    Dig deep my love into my dreams,
    And hear the wolfs on Halloween,
    "What dose it say?" the banshee screams.