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At the end of harvest

Festival of Samhain

A reocurring evil is born

To end many lives

And bring families pain

Summoned by the curse of the thorn

Cursed is he

Emotionless mask

Hiding an emotionless man

Escaping from asylum

Returning from death's grip

To kill as many as he can

Kids trick-or-treat in the moonlight

While a symbol in the stars

Awakens a silent killer

Locked up behind bars

The voices he heard as a child

Contaminate his childish brain

Wiped all light from his young eyes

Drove a young boy quite insane

Years and years he stared through

Walls trapped in an asylum

To relive the slaughter

Not a word heard from him

Not a single word

An evil cult

Of Samhain

Spectates his kills

Spectates the pain

On the end of October

Evil is reborn

To kill off his bloodline

The curse of the thorn

Gunned down, burned alive

Presumably killed several times

An evil cult's disturbing plans

Help revive the boogeyman