Hallow's Victim - Exhumed

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