When the crimson autumn night arrives Lantern flames awaken the earth Shadows crawling from below the soil Calling your name with the Pumpkin King’s voice Run if you wish—but fate is sealed His blazing eyes decide your path Once the crown has marked your soul Your trembling breath begins to freeze Judgment of the Pumpkin King descends On the line between light and shadow He summons trembling spirits to rise Tonight no living soul is safe His wicked smile tears the sky apart! Chains roar with the marching wraiths Holding the Book of all your sins “Speak your truth,” the King commands As thunder shakes the realm of fear But from the dark a rebel spark Ignites the throne of tyranny “Tonight,” they shout, “the King will fall!” The festival turns to war and fire Judgment of the Pumpkin King descends But the flames of revolt will not die The night is drenched in burning cries And chaos crowns the Halloween sky!
