Harvest time
It is upon us
Full moon above
Full graves below

Some will set
While some may rise
Spat forth from the earth tonight

Chanting, fires, pyre light
Cloak and dagger
of a darker kind

Tied to altars
Their time has come
Birthed of soil, awash with blood

Starving millions return to life
Ravenous tools of our filthy rites
Blackest of masses
For those beneath
Raising the dead on Hallow’s Eve

They never thought
That it could happen
Until they’re set upon
by the angry and rotten

No one’s safe from our tide
The corpses of lovers
Clawing at your hind

We’ll dance before the Sawain flames
Jackbooted thugs
Bent on revenge

Drenched in the scarlet heresy
What once was alive
Reborn as soulless meat