Hallow's Victim - Saint Vitus

Panic in the air

Ghostly apparitions

Awaken to the call

Making your skin crawl

Incense, tambourines

All you see are pools of blood

Sorcerors arise

Lit by candle light

And fire in their eyes

Couldrons bubble over-filled

Grinning Jack-O-Lanterns

On this night of nights

Leather bat wings

Slicing through the air

Leaves your body white with shock

Wide-eyed and scared

Cross in your hand

Your bravery’s fading somehow

Garlic round your neck

Time to make your stand

Paranoia’s got you wrecked

Boney, witches fingers

You jump at every little sound

Scratching at your face

Skeletons sit beside you

Making your heart race

Cold sweat is runnin'

You’ve got a one-way ticket

Runnin' from your brow

To six feet underground