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Candlewitch

Midnight\'s arrival stops the clock 

Forked lightning picks a graveyard\"s lock

The bones rise for their annual walk 

Under a moon blood red

 

The witch with the candle\'s unstoppable spell

Broke all seals on the doorways and windows of hell 

Peeling flesh from the angels who burned as they fell 

Famished demons are suitably fed

 

Four cloaked horsemen crush skulls under thunderous hoofs

Bats accompany broomsticks above crumbling roofs

Mankind\'s costumes and lies become humbling truths 

Liberating what\'s under the bed

 

Snarling hounds sever limbs with one snap of the jaws

Winged atrocities lick dripping blood from their claws 

Any hope of escape is a clutch at some straws

They will suck open eyes from your head 

 

Complacent is the human race

When night comes in and slaps it\'s face

No deals to make or hiding place 

On this day of the dead