A hair standing shiver run down my spine It's the dust of the dead and wandering souls The hour hand strikes twelve and the grandfather clock chime Ghostlike shadows searching for past memories of long ago
The night wind echoes, carrying whispers of eery moans Calling from the dark, to someone for help, or finish things left Asking for forgiveness and a place to rest their bones Mistakes made in life, paying for in death
As Hells' Gate open on this Halloween night And children now sleeping with candy in their beds Empty streets awaiting the break of dawn to spread the light Howlling spirits, forgotten voices of our beloved dead
Hoping for mercy, seeking a second chance Salvation on the horizon, yet never finding paradise Suffering an endless damnation, an eternal ghoulish dance
"Where bad folks go when they die; They don't go to heaven where the angels fly, they go to a lake of fire and fry" (Nirvana, Lake of Fire)
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