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Halloween II

Odd objects frolic within Strange dominions for It's all Hallow's Eve. The night of souls; looking for lost lives... While children play merrily In the chilly tinged air, Of winters coming Dead. It is the night of nights... When hell creeps to our Realms Gates and ponder Gods mighty hand, Covets the work of man. A night of myths and Legends With legions of Bats, skulls scream, Bones clatter, red eyes glow, Something creeps as Black cats know what doom mans Wills...and seals his fate The night that Demons Preach whilst drinking blood Freshly spilled! The night that is mean A Night called... HALLOWEEN!

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