Hallow's Victims Paroles

All you see are pools of blood
And fire in their eyes

Grinning jack-o-lanterns
Lit by candle-light
Couldrons bubble over-filled
On this night of nights
Leather bat-wings
Slicing through the air
Leaves your body white with shock
You're wide-eyed and scared

Cross in your hand
Time to make your stand
Your bravery's fading somehow
Garlic 'round your neck
Paranoia's got you wrecked
You jump at every little sound

Bonny witches fingers Running from your brow
You've got a one-way ticket
To six feet underground