The night grows dark and eerie.

It is a night of dread,

night to appease the under-gods,

night of the living dead

wrapping souls up in deception

since those angels fell to Earth,

stoned their minds against the Lord God

and became forever cursed.

Call the spirits ‘round the bonfire.

Give them wine and give them meat;

sacrifice that which is innocent,

give them cakes and cookies sweet.

Give them up to frenzied dancing…

Who’s that knocking at my door?

Do not answer.  Do not answer,

cries the raven ‘evermore.

‘Tis the devil and his demons

calling you to come and play.

Do not fall for their deception.

Just say no.  Send them away.

Do not bite the apple.

Do not taste its juices sweet.

‘Tis not a hallowed eve at all

this night called Halloween;

night of false faces and deception…

night of the devil’s trickery.