The Devil’S Masquerade

Under the bleeding moon, the graves all crack,
The corpses crawl out, twisted and black.
Maggots whisper hymns of pain,
As shadows chant the Devil's refrain.
A thousand eyes in the dark now gleam,
The world decays in a crimson dream.
The Reaper grins, his scythe aglow,
He whispers softly, "Let the blood flow..."

It's Halloween the feast of despair!
Blood in the air, death everywhere!
Bones for the drums, flesh for the strings,
The damned shall waltz as the demon sings!
Skulls collide in the crimson rain,
Tears of angels scream in pain!
The graveyard roars, the moon turns red,
Dance, my child, with the screaming dead!

The witch drinks blood from a chalice of bone,
The children's laughter curdles to moan.
The priest is burning, his prayers undone,
The choir of corpses joins as one.
The wolves tear hearts from their frozen prey,
The dead keep dancing in foul decay.
Through ashes, screams, and broken light,
The waltz of death devours the night.

It's Halloween the feast of despair!
Blood in the air, death everywhere!
Bones for the drums, flesh for the strings,
The damned shall waltz as the demon sings!
Skulls collide in the crimson rain,
Tears of angels scream in pain!
The graveyard roars, the moon turns red,
Dance, my child, with the screaming dead!

The violins shriek, made of ribs and hair,
A banshee moans through the poisoned air.
The walls drip black, the earth turns cold,
As sinners dance, their stories told.
The Reaper bows to the Devil's throne,
He takes the hand of a child alone.
And with a smile, they start to spin,
The Dance of the Damned shall now begin.

It's Halloween the feast of despair!
Blood in the air, death everywhere!
Bones for the drums, flesh for the strings,
The damned shall waltz as the demon sings!
Skulls collide in the crimson rain,
Tears of angels scream in pain!
The graveyard roars, the moon turns red,
Dance, my child, with the screaming dead!

The ground now bleeds, the graves collapse,
The sky rains fire a ghost perhaps.
The children scream, their masks now torn,
The feast of death a world reborn.
The candles melt, the saints all cry,
The cross itself begins to die.
The Devil laughs, the choir fades,
The moon explodes the end is made.

It's Halloween your soul is claimed!
Through fire, torment, and souls inflamed!
The heart is torn, the eyes decay,
And still, you dance the night away!
The bells toll twelve, the shadows rise,
Your scream becomes the lullaby!
And when the dawn forgets the slain,
The Dead will rise to dance again!