The red sun sets beyond the hill
And inky shadows creep and crawl
Across the graveyard winds blow chill
As darkness settles like a pall
There is strange evil in the night
The screech-owl sings a mournful tune
Where marble tombs stand stark and white
Beneath the cold and pallid moon
This is the night the druids ply
Their wild and ancient sorceries
Invoking dark things from the sky
To grant their chanted, vengeful pleas
O you who've caused lost souls to grieve
And pass away in hopeless hate
Know that upon this Hallow's Eve
A dreadful doom shall be your fate
Though you may chat defensive spells
Invoking spirits to forfend
The threat of dark, impending hells
You'll not evade your destined end
This is the night the druids ply
Their wild and ancient sorceries
Invoking dark things from the sky
To grant their chanted, vengeful pleas
O you who've caused lost souls to grieve
And pass away in hopeless hate
Know that upon this Hallow's Eve
A dreadful doom shall be your fate
