Chills in the night air are tingling skin The veil between worlds is now growing thin Bright spirits gather, the dead return Drawn to the flickers where candles burn
The past remembered, changes made Ancestors honored, tributes paid Darkness gathers, the full moon is clear Shining down on this Celtic New Year
Pumpkins glow and ghouls how they scare Dressed in costumes with bright green hair Witches and skeletons, goblins and ghosts Trick or treat children with sweets from their hosts
Old Jack O'Lantern with his creepy grin Fires for folk with ghost tales to begin But what do you know of the true Halloween? For once it was more than just parlor frights seen
Spirits would wander and rather than grieve Folk honored the dead on each Samhain eve Summer had faded, as winter approached Futures now plotted as Jack Frost encroached
The harvest was ending as the cold times unfurled But summer just beginning in the dark Underworld As above, so below, is a wisdom we all learn And so the cycle of seasons shall forever turn
tearing back of the skin bleeding hatred knife turning in dead souls screaming the dead man dreaming hatred no reason this is my killing season
no tear drops fall to the ground screams echo through the valley around mans immortal enemy I have become covered in blood feeling so numb
puss fills behind the dead skin rusty metal so cold cutting in living my life to watch you die bleeding hatred no more lies hatred no reason this is my killing season
lingering stench of burning flesh tortured souls begging for death look up to the sky and take your last breath rusty cold axe buried deep in your chest
tearing the skin snapping the bones remains crumble to dust, blood covered stone hating the reason the day you were born this is my killing season death I have sworn
hope all is well
