They sway there, to and fro
From the meathooks, row by row
Their screams an unending cacophony
The very sweetest symphony

They thought that they could cast me out
Shun me so, without a doubt
So I show them endlessly
The torment that they gave to me

I am alone, but as before
Their blood drips down upon the floor
This is the fate they brought to me
I give it back without mercy

Time to weep
Time to cry
Time to scream
Time to die

It is over
It is done
I was gone
‘fore you’d begun

Darkest whisper
Silent night
Save the scream
Of your fright

Betrayer false
Betrayer true
You hurt me
I maim you

I’m the whisper
In the night
I’m the fear
I’m the delight

Your final hour
Is at hand
On my altar
Will you rend

Time to weep
Time to cry
Time to scream
Time to die

Goodbye

At the junction of left and right
I will stand and watch your plight
When you are neither up or down
I’ll come around, I’ll come around

When you are neither back or fore
You’d better hope they locked the door
When you are neither standing or sitting down
I’ll come around, I’ll come around

With skin not black or white
My hand shall grip your wrist so tight
Your blood runs neither red or blue
I’ll find you, I’ll find you

In a place made not of wood or stone
I’ll tie you down in my snug home
In neither river nor a stream
I’ll take you….and you will scream

Tick tock, three ‘o clock
Tick tock, four
Tick tock, five ‘o clock
Tick tock, more

Blood blood
Dripping down
Your time is running out
How much longer do you have
Before your blood’s drained out?

Tick tock, six ‘o clock
Tick tock, seven
Tick tock, eight ‘o clock
All the way to eleven

Blood blood
Dripping down
And yet you’re still alive
What a mockery of life you make
Living only to die

Tick tock, twelve ‘o clock
Tick tock, one
Tick tock, two ‘o clock
I see your time has come

Blood blood
Dripped all down
Your life is at its end
There’s no more blood to drip
And so this tale does end

Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick…

One, two, three, four
Comes the knocking at the door
Five, six, seven, eight
That knocking is becoming quite irate
Nine, ten, eleven, then
The knockings stopped only to begin again
One pound, two pounds, three pounds, more
Who the hell is at my door?!
Four pounds, five pounds, six pounds, seven
I wait to see if they’ll reach eleven
The pounding stops at thirteen
And outside I hear a most unholy creen
I peek outside only to see
The knocking and pounding was done by me
Now a corpse lying on the ground
Silent now, making not a sound
But how can I be there when I stand here?
I think I’m going to need a beer
Seeking out sweet liquid relief
I find the answer to my disbelief
My body’s dead, but a husk
Leaving me but a soul to rust
Oh the bane of Hallow’s Eve
I shall now relive my murder without reprieve

All Hallows Eve, a frightful blight
Filled with such curious sights
Witches, ghouls and demons alike
Only appear on All Souls Night
So what shall you do on this Samhain
Hide, bar the doors and thus remain
Or will you give these spooks delight
And welcome them with pumpkin light