The Halloween That Wasn't

Do you wait each year for Halloween? Dreaming of those dead falling leaves? For years, slept tight and so serene Awake now into the miasma 2020! A somber grip of mourning falls When you rise upon Samhain Day For you know this year's raucous revelries Are canceled in the wake... Of the unseen terror lurking in the air Remorseless and relentless in attack And no one's going out for tricks or treats Yet everyone wears masks The horror's put on hold this year But the paranoia's creeping in Cannot tell who's friend or foe As the matrix starts to bend And the corpses still are piling high This Season of the Dead Is the virus in your body? Has the virus fucked your head? (Chorus) Last Halloween, of 2019 Seems so distant now, doesn't it? Lucifer shed's a single tear For the Halloween that wasn't

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Don't ever stare when a witch walks by Make no contact with her eyes Whether fair or crone, young or old Her evil glance looks through your soul A curse from long before forgotten time Magic from the Serpent's eye Conjured by some slithering cult Best not spoken of A malevolent glare From a wicked stare Cast through the air Psychic warfare...The Evil Eye! Mal de Ojo, sickens your child Fever rampant, running wild Sew the shroud, await the loss When you think back to that hag you crossed Her milky eye that fell on you Bulbous, pulsing, dripping goo Green veins of envy splintered through and through black teeth smiling all askew Could an old world superstition Explain this sudden malediction? May a Nazar round my throat break this hex's rope... Evil begets Evil You have been justly warned Reflect the evil power With a quick sign of the horns...The Evil Eye!

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025