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Halloween: The Story Of Michael Myers

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πŸ”žπŸ˜‰ Warning: this song is not suitable for young children. You must be at least 18 ( USA: 21) years old to listen to this song. Please confirm your age by clicking the OK-BUTTON below πŸ˜‰ πŸ”ž πŸ˜‰EU, others πŸ†—, I am at least 18 years old πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜‰ USA: πŸ†—, I am at least 21 years old πŸ˜‰ πŸŽƒ πŸ‘» πŸ‘Ί πŸŽƒ πŸ‘» πŸ‘Ί πŸŽƒ πŸ‘» πŸ‘Ί πŸŽƒ πŸ‘» πŸ‘Ί πŸŽƒ πŸ‘» πŸ‘Ί HALLOWEEN "My name is whispered with fear in your bed, Michael Myers is hungry for the blood that you’ll shed." [Verse 1] In twilight’s frozen silence I roam these halls alone and unknown. My heart lies broken cold within dark echoes, forever left alone. My blade glints crimson in hand, igniting fear in darkest night. And broken souls dissipate, crushed beneath my endless, brutal might. [Pre-Chorus] My empty eyes show no sorrow, bound in darkness, forced to kill. A soul forged from darkness, bound to some cold, ancient will. Fear is a sweet gift I hand out, a dark devotion I freely give. Silence is my kingdom, an abyss where only nightmares truly live. [Chorus] I am the ghost in your mirror, haunting the corners of your mind. Blessed mercy is a distant dream you’ll never be destined to find. So pray to the darkness, for soon all hope will shatter and thin. Beneath the pale moonlight, I will dance in the blood on your skin. [Verse 2] I lurk in eternal darkness where hunger draws from their pain. In terror I revel, watching each victim fall, helplessly slain. Upon my frozen face the mask seals secrets of this deadly game. My soul is the darkness; I write my name in sorrow and shame. [Bridge] In crimson-lit madness I’m forged; my destiny’s thirst to kill. No dawn will redeem me; I cannot silence this craving thrill. My breath is a whispered promise; cold menace lying far behind. Night after night I will creep deep into the depths of your mind. [Chorus] I am the ghost in your mirror, haunting the corners of your mind. Blessed mercy is a distant dream you’ll never be destined to find. So pray to the darkness, for soon all hope will shatter and thin. Beneath the pale moonlight, I will dance in the blood on your skin. πŸŽƒ πŸ‘» πŸ‘Ί πŸŽƒ πŸ‘» πŸ‘Ί πŸŽƒ πŸ‘» πŸ‘Ί πŸŽƒ πŸ‘» πŸ‘Ί πŸŽƒ πŸ‘» πŸ‘Ί