The Phoenix Pub's Masquerade (Moonspell Style?)

somber metal with horror elements, halloween spooky song, festive but dark vibe

[Intro]
Senti il gelo nella sala, è la notte dei creeps
Dentro al pub si scatenano mostri e trick or treats!

[Ritornello]
È la notte di Halloween, il pub si trasforma,
Mostri dietro al bancone e la cucina si deforma,
I dipendenti spaventosi, ma sempre sul pezzo,
Un brindisi ai clienti, nel nostro covo perfetto!

[Strofa 1]
Sara behind the bar, she's the Queen of Death,
Mixing drinks with venom, stealing your last breath,
A cocktail glass, she grips so tight,
One wrong word, and you're out like a light!
Her potions burn, they cut like a blade,
Taste the darkness in every drink she made.

[Strofa 2]
Erika in the shadows, ghostly, cold and fierce,
Serves your plate with eyes that pierce,
Plates crash down like a violent storm,
She smiles as your soul’s torn!
Natasha’s fangs gleam, her eyes cold fire,
Every step she takes, feeds your darkest desire,
With a flick of her wrist, the food arrives,
But in her presence, no one survives!

[Strofa 3]
Marco in the kitchen, the Wolf unleashed,
Slashing meat with a hunger increased,
His claws sharp, his growl is deep,
Every cut is violent, makes your flesh weep!
Enrico, the Zombie, slow but sharp,
Carving bones with death in his heart,
Every motion precise, cold and grim,
You feel the chill creeping under your skin!

[Strofa 4]
Cristian’s bones rattle, plates in his hand,
Crushing dishes like they’re made of sand,
The sound echoes, a deathly scream,
A skeleton’s rhythm, a nightmare dream.
The dishes are spotless, but there's blood in the sink,
He washes away souls faster than you can blink!

[Bridge]
Mattia, Luca, and Marco, vampires of night,
Their eyes burn with a deadly light,
They own the pub, and control the feast,
But cross them once, and you’re their meat.
They smile as you drink, but don’t be fooled,
They feast on your fear, your blood is the fuel!

[Outro]
Chiudi la porta, non voltarti più,
Nel vetro un respiro che viene giù,
Le mani fredde che lavorano lente,
Qui nessun’anima trova mai pace per niente.
E mentre la notte svanisce lontano,
Lasci il pub, ma sei già dannato e profano...

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[Intro] Senti il gelo nella sala, è la notte dei creeps Dentro al pub si scatenano mostri e trick or treats! [Ritornello] È la notte di Halloween, il pub si trasforma, Mostri dietro al bancone e la cucina si deforma, I dipendenti spaventosi, ma sempre sul pezzo, Un brindisi ai clienti, nel nostro covo perfetto! [Strofa 1] Sara behind the bar, she's the Queen of Death, Mixing drinks with venom, stealing your last breath, A cocktail glass, she grips so tight, One wrong word, and you're out like a light! Her potions burn, they cut like a blade, Taste the darkness in every drink she made. [Strofa 2] Erika in the shadows, ghostly, cold and fierce, Serves your plate with eyes that pierce, Plates crash down like a violent storm, She smiles as your soul’s torn! Natasha’s fangs gleam, her eyes cold fire, Every step she takes, feeds your darkest desire, With a flick of her wrist, the food arrives, But in her presence, no one survives! [Ritornello] È la notte di Halloween, il pub si trasforma, Mostri dietro al bancone e la cucina si deforma, I dipendenti spaventosi, ma sempre sul pezzo, Un brindisi ai clienti, nel nostro covo perfetto! [Strofa 3] Marco in the kitchen, the Wolf unleashed, Slashing meat with a hunger increased, His claws sharp, his growl is deep, Every cut is violent, makes your flesh weep! Enrico, the Zombie, slow but sharp, Carving bones with death in his heart, Every motion precise, cold and grim, You feel the chill creeping under your skin! [Strofa 4] Cristian’s bones rattle, plates in his hand, Crushing dishes like they’re made of sand, The sound echoes, a deathly scream, A skeleton’s rhythm, a nightmare dream. The dishes are spotless, but there's blood in the sink, He washes away souls faster than you can blink! [Ritornello] È la notte di Halloween, il pub si trasforma, Mostri dietro al bancone e la cucina si deforma, I dipendenti spaventosi, ma sempre sul pezzo, Un brindisi ai clienti, nel nostro covo perfetto! [Bridge] Mattia, Luca, and Marco, vampires of night, Their eyes burn with a deadly light, They own the pub, and control the feast, But cross them once, and you’re their meat. They smile as you drink, but don’t be fooled, They feast on your fear, your blood is the fuel! [Outro] Chiudi la porta, non voltarti più, Nel vetro un respiro che viene giù, Le mani fredde che lavorano lente, Qui nessun’anima trova mai pace per niente. E mentre la notte svanisce lontano, Lasci il pub, ma sei già dannato e profano...

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