There was a night, that you and I know about
A night with fright and evil to let out
There was man named Michael
Whose thoughts were to kill and annoy
Since he was a quiet little boy

Twisted demented slashing
The shape started smashing
Skulls crushed brains mushed
The blood starts to rush steel thrushing in
Horrid dying grin
Face carved like a pumpkin on this deadly night of sin

If he comes by, don't ask why
Don't get in his way you might become prey
If you want life
Don't meet his butcher knife
You may be the lucky guy to die
Don't fuck around, beforе it's too late
All you get is a fast rate of fatе
Stalking demon will grate your face
Unless you run and hide in another state or place

Halloween - night of pain death and Samhain
Night he came home
If you do take off
He won't care
He'll just snuff the next to dare
But always beware of that deadly thrashing night
'Cause his idea of fun is killing everything in sight