[Chorus, evil voice] The black wind blows when the moon is high, but for now let summer have it's time. [Verse 1] It's summertime, the heat gauge rises, where the nights are short and the days are long. The beaches are filled and the sky is clear and blue, and tourism at its peak. Trees fully bloomed and clouds pristine and white. This may be but late at night, the black wind howls to instill fright and soon the dead will have their night. [Verse 2] Fall is coming in a mere 4 months and the spirits and spooks will have their way. Leaves will turn, then they'll fall as the bitter autumn winds consume us all. Rain replaces sun lit skies and the world cools off as the gray lit skies come full. The ghosts of autumn are coming. [Chorus, spooky] The ghosts of autumn are coming. [Verse 3] Wolves and Spooks will soon prowl, and the spirits will rise as the season of the dead consumes. Summer may be here but not for long, so enjoy it while it's time. The beaches will close and the sky will turn gray as the ghosts of autumn go on parade. It's the season of fear, the season of fun, and it's on its way. The leaves will fall, the wind will kick up and ghouls and goblins will be on the rise. [Verse 4] Enjoy your summer, it's fleeting. Enjoy your summer, it's fleeting. Fog rolls in blood Moons on high Nothing quite like storms in the sky Rain drops fall and flood the land Leaves blown out and scattered. [Pause] Ghosts and ghouls terrorize the streets Souls of the damned come knocking Witches dot the sky and the dead come alive Pumpkins line the houses Decorations go up, summertime comes down Trees then lie dormant The lands grow haunted and graveyards shake, it's spooky season let's celebrate Summon the lost to fend off our demons Black winds howl on high The dead will have their time. Shades and spectres will roam the land But for now, enjoy your summer. The ghosts of autumn are coming. [Chorus] The ghosts of autumn are coming Roam through the streets, bitter cold wind might Blood red moon pierces the sky Watch as the dead fly oh my It's almost the season of the dead It's almost the end of the line Your summertime fun won't last Autumn on blast in your face Decorations all over the place No more swimming no more sun Soon the lost will have their fun Spiderwebs Cauldrons Pumpkins Ghosts The season of the damned is coming
