It's beginning to look a lot like Solstice
Ev'rywhere you go;
Take a look at the candle flame, glistening once again
With silver chalice and the sword aglow.
It's beginning to look a lot like Solstice,
Indulgences galore,
But the prettiest sight to see is the pentagram that will be
On your own chamber door.
A pair of leather boots and a german glock that shoots
Is the wish of many here;
Dolls that will talk and will go for a walk
Is the hope of those who know;
And Warlock and Witch can hardly wait for night to start again.
It's beginning to look a lot like Solstice
Ev'rywhere you go;
There's a feast at the Grand Guignol, portraits on the wall,
The kind whose eyes that follow you around
It's beginning to look a lot like Solstice;
Soon The Gates will part,
And the thing that will make them rise is the fire in your eyes
Straight from the heart!