Midnight\'s arrival stops the clock
Forked lightning picks the 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 thought of escaping is clutching at straws
They will suck the eyes straight from your head
Complacent is the human race
When night is up there in our face
We find their is no hiding place
On this day of the dead