Candles flicker guiding me through the rusted iron gates    Licking in the soaring winds dancing with enchanting grace    The ground beneath my feet heaves, shifting, rifting splayed    As I move along the undead throng beneath me in their graves       I see glimpses of them from their monoliths and tombs    Their claws grate heavily against the ancient marbled ruins    I hear their sinister laughter echoed through the starlit night    I see their shifting shapes and shadows sweeping through the isles       Creeping through the cemetery    Passing by the burial mounds    The wind carries the deads laments    Whispering their depraved sounds       Feeling through the cobwebs    And the twisted branches of the trees    Stumbling across the demonic rites    On the night of a Samhain feast…       Scaled sins tear at my skin passing me through many hands    Taking me and taunting me preparing their torturous plans    Skulls litter their lair alongside rats and broken bones    No matter how loud my screams resound I cannot surpass their moans       The candles are snuffed at once with a final tempestuous blow    They clamber with their cobwebbed toes into their abode below       Creeping through the cemetery    Passing by the burial mounds    The wind carries the deads laments    Whispering their depraved sounds       Feeling through the cobwebs    And the twisted branches of the trees    Stumbling across the demonic rites    On the night of a Samhain feast…       Sacrificed to devils I see their festive fires light    Frightening figures of fervent evil ushering my demise    Congregated demons with red eyes stare right through me    Chanting dark and twisted words at I the Samhain feast       … I the Samhain feast