Something in the distance
Can you hear the sounds?
From somewhere among the tall grass
Something evil is going down
Wake up from the nightmare
But know it has not passed
The hour of death has come too soon,
It's impending doom
Thirteen Spirits 'round an altar flame
Chanting, screaming, black Samhain
Thirteen Spirits of an ancient sect
Thirteen Spirits 'round an altar flame
Chanting, screaming, black Samhain
Feel their presence, you now suspect
There will be nothing left
Feel a cold sweat coming
And an urge to run and hide
Better take your chances out there
Than locked and barred inside
With a caustic turmoil
Outside, the blood red moon
Your mind goes numb, you've gone insane
It's a black Samhain!
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