Harvest of the Cleaver #HauntingSignal
#HauntingSignal - Event Song: 🔗 https://suno.com/song/c8301c95-62e6-4a53-a1be-fbbecd8b6c12 All cursed tracks shall be sealed within the Playlist of the Void 💀: 🔗 https://suno.com/playlist/8fd7663e-c7be-40ab-a7e5-546a633bc676 ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════ [Intro] "Lock your doors... count your children... He's counting too." [Verse 1] Black Autumn crept on Maple Street, The porch lights flickered, one by one. Thirteen years of missing faces, Thirteen years of work undone. They'd find the bedrooms painted crimson, Find the swing sets stained and slick, A suburb drowning in its silence While the wind carried the tick... tick... tick... Of a cleaver dragging down the pavement, Steel on concrete, soft and slow, Every house became a coffin Where the night had nowhere left to go. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers in the diner, whispers in the church, "Don't walk alone after dark." But the bodies kept on turning up, Each one carved with a signature mark! [Chorus] He is the Dead of Night! Harvest of the Cleaver beneath the Harvest Moon! Bury him, burn him, he'll rise again, October's black and bleeding tune! Cursed to carve, cursed to crave, There is no peace beyond the grave! Lock the door and hide your eyes, The Butcher's coming home tonight! [Verse 2] Then came the night the sirens found him, Knee-deep in blood on the kitchen floor, Wet with ruin, humming softly, Cleaver raised above one more. He turned and smiled through bloodied teeth, And charged the line of badges there. Forty rounds tore through his body, He didn't stagger, didn't care! Troopers fell like broken dolls, Ribs and jaws and bone gave way, The thing that wore a man's skin laughing, "I was never meant to stay!" [Pre-Chorus 2] Then the shotgun roared and the arm came free, The cleaver spun across the floor, Another blast took out his legs, But still he crawled... still he wanted more! [Chorus 2] He is the Dead of Night! Harvest of the Cleaver beneath the Harvest Moon! Even torn in half he bit and clawed, Till the final blast ended his tune! Skull to splinters, silence fell, But silence is the lie they tell! Dig his grave and seal it tight, The Butcher's coming home tonight! [Bridge] "They buried him beneath the oak Where Crimson Leaves began to fall, Salted the dirt and said their prayers And tried to forget it all. But every year the dark returns, The Veil of Shadows thins away, And something in the cold earth stirs, Remembering the games to play..." [Breakdown] TWENTY-FOUR HOURS! TWENTY-FOUR HOURS! ONE NIGHT A YEAR! THE GRAVE LETS GO! ONE NIGHT A YEAR! THE MONSTERS KNOW! TRICK... OR... TREAT! TRICK... OR... TREAT! JACK-O'-LANTERN SMILING! HE'S THE ONE WHO'S GRINNING! SOULS OF THE FALLEN SCREAM! HIS HUNGER'S JUST BEGINNING! THEY CALL IT A COPYCAT! A SICK MAN'S GAME! BUT THE CLEAVER CUTS THE SAME OLD WAY! AND THE CORPSE STILL KNOWS YOUR NAME! [Solo | Instrumental] [Final Chorus] He is the Dead of Night! Harvest of the Cleaver beneath the Harvest Moon! Every October the earth lets go, And the blade sings its ancient tune! Cursed to carve, cursed to crave, Every year, a brand-new grave! Not a man, not a ghost, not a sin, But the thing that lives within... Lock your doors and count again, The Butcher's coming home again! [Outro] "Tonight the porch lights flicker... Tonight the leaves are red... If you hear the sound of dragging steel, Don't check... just stay in bed. Because he's not a copycat... He's not a copy at all... And the one who's walking up your drive Just heard you answer the call."
