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In the witching hour the moon

is up and lights the fields.

Hear the distant sound of the owls

cry and the night's surreal.

In this forgotten graveyard

where all forbidden things are

Buried and hiding, waiting,

headstones are slowly shaking.

The buried ones will now awake!

Resurrected from the dead,

the haunting season has begun.

Haunters horn calls shades of dogs,

the games afoot and now the haunt is on.

Resurrected from the dead,

the haunting season has begun.

The mortal fate to be ghostly prey,

there's no escape 'cause the haunt's on.

They gather around and plan

the haunt until the end

Make the people run, let them tire,

ripped to shreds.

In this forgotten graveyard

where all forbidden things are

Buried and hiding, waiting,

headstones are slowly shaking.

The buried ones will now awake!

Resurrected from the dead,

the haunting season has begun.

Haunters horn calls shades of dogs,

the games afoot and now the haunt is on.

Resurrected from the dead,

the haunting season has begun.

The mortal fate to be ghostly prey,

there's no escape 'cause the haunt's on.

The haunt is on..

Resurrected from the dead,

the haunting season has begun.

Haunters horn calls shades of dogs,

the games afoot and now the haunt is on.

Resurrected from the dead,

the haunting season has begun.

The mortal fate to be ghostly prey,

there's no escape 'cause the haunt's on.