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A holiday for witches, the moon’s burning red / As we await the rise of the dead / My blood’s running cold as I wait here in fright / Awoken by moonlight are creatures of night

Walking through the shadows she’s looking to call your name / Singing in the darkness and dancing upon the grave / She’s got spiders in her hair and a familiar stare / Can’t you see she’s got her eyes on me