It was a cold hallows eve that started it all-
the trumpets a blazin', behind a witches cackeld call-
the toads on skewers, the pumpkins abroad-
yes, it all started at the Hallows Eve ball-
Torn Dinner Jackets were worn with pride-
as they danced and danced with their dear corpse brides-
secrets were revealed on that dark night-
of tales so twisted it gave ghouls a fright-
so if you dare, join me at the old Hallows eve ball-
i dont promise you'll be safe at all-
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After dark treats
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