HERE WE RIDE WITH THE WINDS OF OCTOBER,

THE DARKENING SKIES QUITE SOLOM AND SOBER.

DEEP INTO THE NIGHT, AND AS QUICK AS A SWITCH.

A FLASH IN THE TREES, OF AN ALL HALLOWS WITCH.

THE LEAVES ARE NOT ALL THAT DANCE WITH THE DEVIL

WHERE THE ROAD TO THE NORTH DIPS LOW AND IS LEVEL.

FOR MANY A NIGHT IN THE DARK OF THE WOODS.

BY THE FIRE IN THE TREES THEIR FACE COVERED BY HOODS.

THEY DID SING AND REJOICE IN THE EAIRELY GLOW

AS THEY RODE ON THEIR BROOMS AND PUT ON QUITE THE SHOW.

FOR TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT THAT THE DEAD WALK THE LAND.

AND THEY ALL GATHER HERE IN THE BLACK HICKORY STAND.

THEY CHANT AND THE DANCE THEN THEY CAST THEIR BEST SPELL.

AND THE GATES ARE LEFT OPEN AS THEY FLY OUT OF HELL.

THEY START IN YOUR DREAMS AS YOU LIE THERE  ASLEEP.

THEN SLIP UNDER YOUR COVERS AND SETTLE IN DEEP.

THEY HIDE IN YOUR CLOSETS AND UNDER YOUR BED

THEIR FINGERS JUST INCHS FROM TOUCHING YOUR HEAD.

AND IF YOU AWAKE WITH THEM BY YOUR SIDE.

YOUR HEART WILL EXPLODE AND THEN YOU WILL DIE.

YOU MAY FEEL THEIR BREATH ON THE NAPE OF YOUR NECK

AND A CHILL THAT RUNS RIGHT DOWN YOUR SPINE.

BUT IF YOU CAN MAKE IT THROUGH THE REST OF THE NIGHT

THEN EVERYTHING WILL BE JUST FINE..

AND THAT ONE NIGHT A YEAR WHEN THE DEAD ALL APPEAR

AND ARE READY TO SETTLE THE SCORE.

JUST SLIP OUT OF BED AND TURN ON THE LIGHT

AND MAKE SURE YOU LOCK THE FRONT DOOR.