| Dread the end of summer | |
| On the blackest of all nights, | |
| The feast of samhains waking | |
| In the mist of pagan rites. | |
| The sunlight now is waning | |
| As the undead walk the land. | |
| Tonight's chaos - no mortal understands... | |
| The festival of darkness | |
| Under red october moon: | |
| The powers of black witchcraft | |
| In evil winds of ruin: | |
| Demons ride the autumn sky | |
| In thunder clouds and rain - | |
| The gasps of forlorn souls who live again. | |
| Dare walking this night, ye wanderer, | |
| Ye life and soul you'll loose! | |
| When hunted by his jetblack hound, | |
| You'll surely meet your doom! | |
| His eyes are burning red like fiery coal, | |
| His cape - his leathery wings! | |
| His breath will sear your back like winds from hell |