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Beyond this threshold shadows lurk that feed on souls of men
and fools who dare to venture past are seldom seen again
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There’s a big ol’ mansion way up on the hill
With cobwebs dripping from each windowsill
Don’t go knocking, don’t go inside
Or that Haunted House is where you will die
There’s rattling chains and moans of the dead
And quicksand in all of the flowerbeds
Don’t go down exploring those catacombs
Or the Haunted House will be your new home
An evil witch once walked these halls
And cursed anyone within its walls
I didn’t think the stories were true
But now I’m a ghost and you will be too
So stay away, escape my plight
Don’t go round that house at night
The spirits will get you if you do
With a growl and a scream and a horrible BOOOOOO!
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I’m not a monster, I’m not your slave
I belong down in the grave
This resurrection is all in vein
Ripped from the void for a madman’s fame
Pick at the stitches until they bleed
No god in heaven dared intercede
Abomination damned to survive
Not sure if I’m dead or alive
No! No! No! I’m not dead anymore
I’ll never be your bride
I’m not your savior, I’m not your whore
And I’ll never be your bride
Dead flesh seems alive again
What happened to my original sin?
How many souls am I paying for?
How many corpses litter the floor?
Electricity is my god
Spark of life from a lightning rod
Pretorius and the Monster know
The evil squirming down in your soul
No! No! No! I’m not dead anymore
I’ll never be your bride
I’m not your savior, I’m not your whore
And I’ll never be your bride
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Black Rhoads - Undead
03:56
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Clawing through the coffin
Climbing from the grave
The stench of death upon me
No sanity remains
Only burning hunger
Only aching need
When I’m in your loving arms I’ll feed
I’m undead
Yeah I’m undead
If you see me coming
Turn and run away
I’m no longer who I was
I only want your brains
Tearing through integument
Sinew in my teeth
I get excited when I see you bleed
I’m undead
Yeah, I’m undead
Flesh falls off my body
My clothes are moldering
And when you die you’ll rise up just like me
I’m undead
Yeah I’m undead
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It’s Halloween in Hell
The Devil’s Hell-o-ween
They got the greatest band you’ve ever seen
Demons flood into the sky
And soar on leathery wings
While the damned can only writhe and burn and scream
In Hell, it’s Hell-o-ween
Hello baby, Hello Hell-o-ween
And the tolling of the bell
The gates bust open wide
Perdition fouls the air this long, dark night
When brimstone’s bitter smell
Brings blood tears to your eyes
Bolt the door and hold your lover tight
In Hell, it’s Hell-o-ween
Hello baby, hello Hell-o-ween
Beware the evil eye
Will fix you with its gaze
And drag you down to become Satan’s slave
Pray for the sun to rise
Pray its not too late
Before the dark ones come to seal your fate
In Hell, it’s Hell-o-ween
Hello baby, hello Hell-o-ween
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You lie in bed but you’re not sleeping
You hear a noise but no one’s there
You tell yourself that you’re going crazy
But you’re dead wrong, I’m sitting in that chair
I’m the shadow lurking in your closet
I’m the shiver crawling up your spine
Never be alone again – I’ll follow you to the end
You can’t run, you’ll always be mine
But you won’t see me
I’m invisible, I’m Illogical, I’m untraceable
You won’t see me
I’m invisible, I’m unknowable, I’m untouchable
And you won’t see me
Go on and tell ‘em your suspicions
They’ll lock you in a rubber room
Join me in the madness I’ve created
Won’t be long, we’ll be together soon
But you won’t see me
I’m invisible, I’m Illogical, I’m untraceable
You won’t see me
I’m invisible, I’m unknowable, I’m untouchable
And you won’t see me
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On a moonless night he rides
From the Hollow to the riverside
Taking skulls of foolish men
The Headless Horseman is back again
It’s written on the tombstones
Of Ichabod & Brom Bones
“He met Horsemen and lost his top”
The Headless Horseman will never stop
Flaming sword in his grip
A Jack-o-lantern on his hip
Can’t kill him he’s already dead
Better watch out, don’t lose your head!
The old woods hold his spirit
And you had better fear it
If you hear his Stallion running
The Headless Horseman is coming
So listen to my warning
You’ll never see the morning
With a swing he’ll steal your soul
He’s the Headless Horseman and heads will roll
Flaming sword in his grip
And a Jack-o-lantern on his hip
Can’t kill him he’s already dead
Better watch out, you’ll lose your head
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Black cats follow me to school
I summon ravens & boyfriends too
So watch your step boy, I got my eye on you
Light as a feather, stiff as a board
Me and the coven won’t be ignored
We call the corners, we put a spell on you
Got my evil, got my evil, got my evil eye on you
Got my evil, got my evil, got my evil eye on you
Been this way ever since I was born
Strong and defiant, outside of the norm
You’ll feel my power coursing right through you
I’ll make you feel what I want you to feel
Conjure nightmares and make ‘em seem real
Your teeth will fall out, and all your hair will too
Got my evil, got my evil, got my evil eye on you
Got my evil, got my evil, got my evil eye on you
Got my evil, got my evil, got my evil eye on you
Got my evil, got my evil, got my evil eye
It would be better to rush on a blade
Than to enter our coven afraid
Stretch up your fingers into the sky
Invoke the spirit into my evil eye!
Got my evil, got my evil, got my evil eye on you
Got my evil, got my evil, got my evil eye on you
Been this way ever since I was born
Strong and defiant, outside of the norm
You’ll feel my power coursing right through you
I’ll make you feel what I want you to feel
Conjure nightmares and make ‘em seem real
Your teeth will fall out, and all your hair will too
Chorus
Bridge
It would be better to rush on a blade
Than to enter our coven afraid
Stretch up your fingers into the sky
Invoke the spirit into my evil eye!
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There’s a graveyard dance sweeping the land
I’ll show you how to do it, just take my hand
It’s simple and painless, you’ll learn it quick
It’s called “The Dead” and it goes like this
Just hold your breath till the world disappears
Leap into the darkness, forget your fears
Leave your body lying there on the floor
Now that you’re dead you don’t need it anymore!
It might sound scary, facing the void
Let the blackness be your blanket, embrace the joy
The world’s sharp edges will be worn down smooth
When you do “The Dead” and follow our groove
No more trouble, no more pain
Just a sweet release from everything
Come down to the boneyard, join us, please
We’ll be doing “The Dead” for eternity
A gun is messy, but it’ll do the trick
Pills are easy, A razor’s quick
Just pick your poison and do it right
And you’ll be doing “The Dead” with us every night
Hemingway’s here, Sylvia too
Superman & Marilyn will welcome you
All the cool kids are dancing on the edge of a knife
Come do “The Dead” it’ll only cost your life
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It was just another day in this beautiful world
I just left the bed of a beautiful girl
Never thought tonight would be the last of my life
Never thought that madness would destroy my mind
Everything died with a terrible spell
The flesh-bound book released a cosmic hell
But I wrote a song about it to ease your pain
And it goes F’tang! F’tang! F’ta-ang-a-lang!
As the stars turn black, Elder Gods attack,
And Tentacles fall from the sky
Let this melody send you off in peace
Might as well dance cause we’re all gonna die
Indescribable terrors from an eldritch plane
Have brought about the end of humanity’s reign
No more work, no more bills to pay
Maybe we deserve it, who am I to say?
Cthulu rising from the briny deep
Is the same thing I’ve seen a thousand times in my sleep
The black goat of the woods with a thousand young
Shouts Iä! Ia! Shub-Niggurath is come!
As the stars turn black, Elder Gods attack,
And Tentacles fall from the sky
Let this melody send you off in peace
Might as well dance cause we’re all gonna die
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Bill Whately had an apple orchard way out in the sticks
He never hired pickers, never had a wife or kids
Some say he brought harvest in each year all on his own
But others say that hoodoo is what kept that cider flowin’
‘Cause nailed up to the trunk of every single apple tree
Was a nightmare-looking scarecrow made of rags & bags & weeds
And when that harvest moon rose and shone upon his land
They say the Scarecrows worked the orchard at Bill Whately’s dark command
There were screams of bloody murder and madness all around
Those patchwork demons rose to life the night the scarecrows came to town
Townsfolk are born suspicious, and dangerous when scared
And fired into fury when a Preacher’s teeth are bared
So no matter how Bill Whately said he harvested his trees
The Devil was upon him and in all his effigies
So they nailed him to a tree just like one of his scarecrows
Then burned the orchard to the ground and pissed between the rows
Dying, Bill let out a laugh “you people really blew it
I kept all them away from you, now there’s no one left to do it”
There were screams of bloody murder and madness all around
Those patchwork demons rose to life the night the scarecrows came to town
Just hours after Whately had coughed his bloody final breath
His minions marched into the town spreading fear and death
They tore the sheriff open and danced in his entrails
Set fire to the churchyard, the schoolhouse, and the jail
When the sun rose again and shown across the town
Blood & gore was everywhere, but no bodies could be found
Then at the charred orchard they were horrified to see
The victims nailed to every one of Whately’s apple trees
There were screams of bloody murder and madness all around
Those patchwork demons rose to life the night the scarecrows came to town
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You make my mouth water you smell so good
This is gonna hurt, but you knew that it would
Come be my victim, give your flesh to me
Together forever, in ecstasy
I’m gonna choke you out in a stranglehold
Then I’m gonna eat you, I’m a Cannibal! Cannibal!
Gonna take it slow, gonna start down low
So, you can smell the roasting of your feet and your toes
I’ll keep you alive just as long as I can
And when you’re gone, I’m gonna make a suit of your skin
I’ll chew off your cheeks and drink your blood til I’m full
I’m gonna eat you up cause I’m a Cannibal! Cannibal!
They call it Long Pig in the south seas
And Mummia in Europe and Brittany
Man’s been eating man throughout history
In the great taboo of anthropophagy
Don’t need no bacon, I don’t need no grains
I just wanna dine on your face and your brains
I’ll whip your fatty liver into a pate
Boil up your bones and serve your eyes en-flambe
When I chomp on your heart, it makes mine full
I’m gonna eat you up I’m a cannibal cannibal!
Can’t wait to picky the crispy bits of skin from your skull
I’m gonna eat you up cause I’m a Cannibal! Cannibal!
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When I was just a little girl, my mam she said to me,
“It’s time to tell you, love, of our ancestral Banshee.
The Banshee is a family ghost that makes an awful cry,
A shriek that others cannot hear and means you’re soon to die.”
She swore she heard the Banshee’s wail earlier that day,
And, white with fear, she held me tight and then she passed away.
Da said that “she was ill & the fever was upon her,
And sickness, not some ghost, is what took your lovely mother.”
Years have passed and I have grown and moved far, far away,
But memories of ghostly tales haunt me to this day.
I know I shouldn’t be afraid, or let it get to me,
But today I swear I heard the wail of that terrible Banshee
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Master come to me
Take me by the hand and fly me from this land of madness
Master come to me
I don’t know where I stand, I’ve obeyed every command that you’ve given
They tell me you’re evil incarnate
I don’t care, you’re where my heart is now
You are my breath
Take me far away from all this death
Master come to me
Save me from this hell, the insects in my cell can’t sustain me
Master come to me
I’m dying for your kiss, to surrender to the bliss and the bloodlust
They drown and beat me, but they won’t break me
Am I not worthy? Don’t forsake me now
You are my breath
Take me far away from all this death
Don’t let me die here waiting
I’ve always been true
Don’t let me die here waiting for you
Master come to me
Take me by the hand and fly me from this land of madness
I don’t know where I stand, I’ve obeyed every command that you’ve given
Save me from this hell, the insects in my cell can’t sustain me
I’m dying for your kiss, to surrender to the bliss and the bloodlust
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Halloween Invocation
00:51
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There’s a magic incantation buried deep within these songs,
That feeds the gods of Halloween when you sing along.
It calls all witch familiars to the Jack o lantern’s glow,
And whistles through the graveyard to let the dead all know
That Samhain lives deep within our dark and gloomy hearts,
And rises when commanded by these magical black arts.
So should the spirit fail you in the long months in between,
Just close your eyes and sing along, and it’s always Halloween.
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Sean Keller Los Angeles, California
Co-writer of Hulu & Blumhouse's ALL THAT WE DESTROY. Composer/creator of SLASHED! The Musical.
I've been a rocker, a slasher, a vampire, a zombie, a cop & a cowboy.
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