Хэллоуин 2

[Intro]
Crows cry beneath the bleeding moon,
Graves hum a hollow tune.
Ashes whisper through the air —
Something wakes that should not care.

[Verse 1]
Moonlight drips on shattered glass,
Footsteps echo through the mass.
Eyes in mirrors start to bleed,
Voices chant what none should read.
The chapel groans, the candles die,
The air itself begins to cry.

[Chorus]
Trick or treat — the dead shall feed,
The veil is torn tonight.
Shadows crawl where angels sleep,
And terror births the light.
Trick or treat — the curse complete,
The clock bleeds black at nine,
All souls arise beneath the shrine.

[Verse 2]
Cold hands reach from crypts below,
Calling names they used to know.
Iron bells begin to weep,
Dreamers wake but cannot sleep.
Every breath a warning sign —
You're not alone this time.

[Chorus]
Trick or treat — the dead shall feed,
The veil is torn tonight.
Shadows crawl where angels sleep,
And terror births the light.

[Breakdown – “The Summoning”]
(whispers, reversed voices, low hum, bells)
Hear them whisper, hear them sing...
In the hollow — everything.
Blood on stone, and time decays,
The choir of bones begins to praise.
(distant screams, thunder, reversed chanting)
They come... they come...
(silence — heartbeat)

[Bridge]
When the church bells choke on midnight,
The earth splits open wide.
No prayers, no light, no mercy —
Just the darkness on our side.
(repeat bridge)

[Final Chorus]
Trick or treat — your soul’s receipt,
The candle burns in vain.
No dawn, no sound, no sweet release —
Just whispers in your brain.
Trick or treat — they march in heat,
From grave to cursed bed.
You hear your name — and join the dead.

[Outro]
(slow bells, fading whispers, the sound of dirt falling on a coffin)
Hallow... ween... hymn...
The dead have sung.