Lantern glows with a wicked smile, Carved in fear, it waits a while. Orange flame with a crimson drip, Every shadow begins to slip. Children run but the streets don’t sleep, Pumpkin eyes where the secrets keep. Moonlight shines on a haunted flood, Tonight the ground drinks pumpkin blood. Pumpkin blood, it stains the ground, Echoes scream with a hollow sound. Lantern’s grin in the dead of night, Bleeding red in the pale moonlight. Pumpkin blood, a cursed flame, Carve my soul, erase my name. Shadows dance where the wicked stood, All consumed by pumpkin blood. Knives of silver cut through the skin, Hollow faces with death within. Streetlights flicker, the night turns black, No way forward, no way back. Every laugh is a devil’s call, Every mask hides the fall. Sacred feast in a poisoned flood, Raise your glass to pumpkin blood. Drip by drip, the curse is fed, Paint the town in shades of red. From the roots to the graveyard gate, The blood of pumpkins seals your fate. Pumpkin blood, it stains the ground, Echoes scream with a hollow sound. Lantern’s grin in the dead of night, Bleeding red in the pale moonlight. Pumpkin blood, a cursed flame, Carve my soul, erase my name. Shadows dance where the wicked stood, All consumed by pumpkin blood.
