All the children with spooky tricks and lightning treats
Want candy from suburbia hounds and ghoulish housewives for a goblin’s feast
Knock, knock, take all you can with your little black hands
The bony gates open to the loud march bands from the wild crow lands
The last witch wakes counting all the doors as the haunting begins
Before the ghostly dance from forgotten graves speak of the hour at hand..
Myst and rain fall, so FIRE we call
CALLING FIRE! for fire frees all
So tonight, tonight,
The Werewolf seems once again lost deeply in the full moon’s embrace
The vampire cries for all the time the young lovers had waste
The Mummy just crumbles remembering her gaze
On this night, tonight,
Please do not forget, my lost ancient kin
Beneath the silly masks
We were all childhood friends.