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

Echo 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 ghastly laments

Whispering their depraved sounds

Peering 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

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!