October winds cut to the bone, this night all souls will rise and roam,

We keep our candles burning bright, to guide them home on this dark night,

The windows rattle the doors creak; old ghosts walk the tiny streets,

But tonight they have not come alone; something else has come to roam.

It hides from the ghosts close behind, and watches as their homes they find,

They must return before the light of day, but this ancient one intends to stay,

A thousand times it has tried before; tonight it managed to find a door,

That one evil soul it found helped to bring it thru and break the bonds.

It intends to feed from young to old; it likes its flesh either warm or cold,

Years of torment in that cold place, yearning to return to the human race,

For now it must be content to hide, and then find someone’s mind to crawl inside,

It will not have to wait all that long, as a local drunk comes stumbling along.

Deciding to take a shortcut home, he walks down the dark alley all alone,

In total darkness he is walking blind, it jumps from the shadows into his mind,

It almost cannot resist the smell of skin; it takes his mind and climbs within,

The alcohol rush is quite a surprise, as the drunk looks out thru hate filled eyes.

His family lives a different life, for years now he has not slept with his wife,

Alone every night in the small bedroom, a sad bastard, his life in ruins,

In the kitchen he finds the big carving knife, and he quickly takes her life,

As he carves her up, it’as a real treat, Oh’ how it’s missed the taste of human meat.

But now it’s had its little fun, it’s time to find someone new and move along,

The old drunk walks in a daze down the hall, then one by one he kills them all,

Covered in blood he walks out into the street, waiting for the next one he meets,

By now the drunks mind is mushy peas, it moves him along to do as it please.

She walks quickly with her head down; the Church is on the other side of town,

This night is bitter cold out on the streets, the first thing she sees are his feet,

He grabs her tightly and holds on, and in the blink of an eye her mind is gone,

The drunk falls onto the road stone dead, it just keeps walking straight ahead.

The bright Church lights spill out onto the street, it walks right in and takes a seat,

Old familiar smells fill the air; the language has changed but not the prayers,

It then decides who it next must meet; it will have to be the handsome young priest,

He puts up a good fight his faith is strong, it enjoys eating his flesh, then moves on.

The vicious murders have shocked the town, no reason why has ever been found,

They locked the woman away in a mental home, her mind forever completely gone,

Since that night she has not spoken a word, a prisoner locked inside her silent world,

She had been found standing alone by the train, it had moved on inside another brain.

The world has changed a lot since its time; easily it gets away with each new crime,

This world is filled with all kinds of evil and sin; with open arms they welcome it in,

The Church that once stood so strong, had managed to trick it and lock it away,

Has now grown weak from inside out, now no one can stop it, it is here to stay.