• words the flow throught the wind.
    wispers from the stars.
    the moon is full once again
    the witching hour ours
    deep within the woods
    down into the cave
    souls sleep slinently
    sacrifices made.
    now the balde is crmieson
    night still young indeed
    full our souls now are
    fresh with blood and greed
    running through our home whom
    reflects back our shouts
    hollowing at the moon
    haunting your happy dreams
    cant be stopped its far to late
    control is lost, simply fate
    our joy is shared
    on this halloween.