歌词
[Verse 1]
In the shadowed forest's heart, beneath the moon's cold glare,
Hooded figures chant and dance, a sinister affair.
Raising blades with wicked smiles, to pledge their dark devotion,
But the knife cuts through a cake, celebrating sweet emotion.
[Chorus]
Beneath the moon of blood, figures roam the night
Whisper call to powers old, chill the stars with fright.
Yet with a turn, they laugh and cheer, all horrors cast aside,
Serving snacks, pouring punch, at this cute midnight ride.
[Verse 2]
Around a fire they form a ring, the summoning begins,
Incantations, whispered low, invoking ancient sins.
But the scary spell’s true purpose, as the dark enchantment spins,
Is just to light the barbecue, for their festive feast.
[Chorus]
Beneath the moon of blood, figures roam the night
Whisper call to powers old, chill the stars with fright.
Yet with a turn, they laugh and cheer, all horrors cast aside,
Serving snacks, pouring punch, at this cute midnight ride.
[Outro]
As dawn creeps o'er the hills, their dark rite at its end,
They leave not with curs'd spells, but with memories of a friend.
What seemed a horde of ghouls, emerging through the mist,
Was a party in disguise, with a playful, joyous twist.
[Verse 2]
Around a fire they form a ring, the summoning begins,
Incantations, whispered low, invoking ancient sins.
But the scary spell’s true purpose, where mysteries begin,
Is just to light the barbecue, and let the night's fun spin.
[Chorus]
Beneath the moon of blood, figures roam the night
Whisper call to powers old, chill the stars with fright.
Yet with a turn, they laugh and cheer, all horrors cast aside,
Serving snacks, pouring punch, at this cute midnight ride.
[Instrumental]
[Outro]
As dawn creeps o'er the hills, their dark rite at its end,
They leave not with curst spells, but with memories of a friend.
What seemed a horde of ghouls, emerging through the mist,
Was a party in disguise, with a playful, joyous twist.
[End]
[Bridge]
In the gleam of firelight, shadows dance with glee,
Masks of fiends and sprites, as far as eyes can see.
Yet beneath each ghastly guise, a grin shines bright and wide,
For this gathering under starry skies is joy they cannot hide.
[Outro]
As dawn creeps o'er the hills, their dark rite at its end,
They leave not with curst spells, but with memories of a friend.
What seemed a horde of ghouls, emerging through the mist,
Was a party in disguise, with a playful, joyous twist.
[End]
