Gothicly Gruesome
Eerie winds sending shivers down my spine
As the clouds cover the moon
You say, I will come back soon
You say, I will come back soon
1,2,3 as I walk down the street, I believe that these pumpkins glow so fine
Midnight black not a glimpse of stars, for this foggy night
Witches on brooms, yell if you dare
You whisper, I will be there
You whisper, I will be there
Walking past gothic mansions, with dark windows, haunting my sight
My skeleton will remain inside this body forever
As I slowly rise out of this tomb to look for you
Little owl, keeps asking, who? Who?
Little owl, keeps asking, who? Who?
My soul is the shadow walking on your door, once more
Finding my way as I am entangled in this cobweb, boo!
These ghosts with powdered faces and long fingers, come creeping
As the Gothicly gruesome dungeons bells go ringing, ringing
Dungeons bells go ringing, ringing
As I walk, the glass shatters, the houses are spooky too
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