Candles flicker guiding me through the rusted iron 
gatesLicking in the soaring winds dancing with 
enchanting grace
The ground beneath my feet heaves, shifting, rifting 
splayed
As I move along the undead throng beneath me in their 
graves
I see glimpses of them from their monoliths and tombs
Their claws grate heavily against the ancient marbled 
ruins
I hear their sinister laughter echoed through the 
starlit night
I see their shifting shapes and shadows sweeping 
through the isles
Creeping through the cemetery
Passing by the burial mounds
The wind carries the deads laments
Whispering their depraved sounds
Feeling through the cobwebs
And the twisted branches of the trees
Stumbling across the demonic rites
On the night of a Samhain feast
Scaled sins tear at my skin passing me through many 
hands
Taking me and taunting me preparing their torturous 
plans
Skulls litter their lair alongside rats and broken 
bones
No matter how loud my screams resound I cannot surpass 
their moans
The candles are snuffed at once with a final 
tempestuous blow
They clamber with their cobwebbed toes into their abode 
below
Creeping through the cemetery
Passing by the burial mounds
The wind carries the deads laments
Whispering their depraved sounds
Feeling through the cobwebs
And the twisted branches of the trees
Stumbling across the demonic rites
On the night of a Samhain feast
Sacrificed to devils I see their festive fires light
Frightening figures of fervent evil ushering my demise
Congregated demons with red eyes stare right through me
Chanting dark and twisted words at I the Samhain feast
 I the Samhain feast