Felt a hand upon my shoulder
archaic lover of a soldier
the time of spirits nigh, they call out in the night
Translucent specters in an Chilling light
Cold is here, winter near
Take time to honor all the souls who you hold dear
Why do we leave the comfort of our homes?
Out into the dead of night in costumes we shall roam
Light is leaving fast
The chill will leave us least.
I see you ghostly, reflected in the pane
I have to wonder about all your life’s pain
Keeps me stirring into the dead of night
how can you stand to live life with your blight?
Light is leaving fast
Spirits of the past
To leave us all aghast
The chill will leave us last
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