Panic in the air Awaken to the call Ghostly apparitions Making your skin crawl Incense, tambourines Sorcerers arise All you see are pools of blood And fire in their eyes Grinning jackolanterns Lit by candlelight Couldrons bubble overfilled On this night of nights Leather batwings Slicing through the air Leaves your body white with shock Youre wideeyed and scared Cross in your hand Time to make your stand Your braverys fading somehow Garlic round your neck Paranoias got you wrecked You jump at every little sound Bonny witches fingers Are scratching at your face Skeletons sit beside you Making your heart race Cold sweat is running Running from your brow Youve got a oneway ticket To six feet underground
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