They call me many names, but I’ve only one shape,
The moon shines my work and shames,
Flashing lakes of blood upon my blade, red like Hell’s flames, you no longer have your life, as if you’ve never had a name.
My eyes are the black of night my soul is none,
My hand holds death and I deal it,
Fight and despair as you may, break out in a run,
I spare not even the sick, I’ll find you and you’ll never again see the Sun,
Through storytellers my tale is writ.
By your blood my story is told,
Your death defines me,
Let the body count roll.
My story continues with your end, I have no sin to mend, for I create them.
You, no one shall know, all they know is me.
The darkest night, the face of fear, evil’s might and always near.
Like a hyper clown you sprint like a mad fiend,
I’m like a wall, so still and lean,
But every time you look back I’m always there, I’m the last thing you’ve seen…
Happy fuckin’ Halloween!
