Candlewitch

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