Lyric

The crescent moon cuts, carves the sky

My gaze meets the darkness, it digs into the mind

This torture of the soul is grievous

The dripping of bittersweet tears

The masks break, the reality is revealed

Below is only a chasm that grows and changes

No one hears my cry

This is an endless dark river

Light the pumpkin's eyes

Prepare the masks of the dark

This festive night is a state of fear

The power of the beast is a low bar

The gates open, deeper into the fog

My mind is a maze, where hope withers

The devil's clothes were just a joke

You're already there, inside you lives that chilling lace

The masks break, the reality is revealed

Below is only a chasm that grows and changes

No one hears my shout

This is an endless dark river

Light the pumpkin's eyes

Prepare the masks of darkness

This festive night is a state of fear

The power of the beast low bar

Darkness closes its eyes

Then you will see that monster

Waiting for permission to rise

Let evil take over

Surrender to this feast

Light the pumpkin's eyes

Prepare the masks of darkness

This festive night is a state of fear

The power of the beast low bar