On the death of October
When the graves come alive
The werewolf is howling
In the dead of the nyte
Coffins are creeking
Bats take to flight
The vampyre is stalking
Seeking your life
And the daemons come searching
For souls to entice
When spirits are dancing
In Luna's sight
'Tis then you shall know
When you blow out the light
The nightmares are real
'Tis futile to fight
You'll be swallowed up whole
In screams & in fright
Upon this Ghoul's Nyte.........
Cold winds blow the leaves
Decrepid & stiff
And whispers resound
From shadow's abyss
Calling you in.........
Spechtres & phantoms
Watch from the Dark
Witches with black cats
Call out your name
Strange lights in the sky
The stars start to fall
The noises outside
Make your skin crawl
The sun has gone down
The monsters come out.........
The chanting begins
The fires grow high
The torture & pain
Are plenty this nyte
The laughing, the cries
The glimmering knife
The begging, the pleading
Cannot subside
The Reaper must take
His sacrifice.........
Crosses & rosaries
The singing of hymns
Cannot protect
From horrors so grim
The trembling peasants
The cowering fools
Recite words of prayer
On Nyte Of The Ghoul.........
Lurk at the doorstep
Then entering in
Take blindlighter lives
My morbid kin
Hooded assassins
Pentegram chains
Smiling with pleasure
At the blood stains
The ghouls have arrived
From the black rain
To lust & to kill
And drive you insane!