A whisper in the wind,
The bodies have been skinned,
A rustle through the trees,
A sharp and bitter breeze, be careful not to freeze.
There lurking in the shadow,
They came up from below,
They sing there hunting tune,
They dance under the shimmering moon.
They dance for there frightened spectators, putting on a show,
There hallows grave well soon call and then they'll have to go,
They hide in the darkness of caves, They possess the souls they hope to make their slaves.
It's coming to that special time of year,
The night that was made solely based upon fear,
It's no place for the young and naive,
The night that I speak of is called "Hallows Eve".
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