Sacred Moonfest

[verse] [punchy phrasing] [syncopated phrasing] Tis nearing midnight. We celebrate the fallen in the park A peaceful Moonfest to be beset by necromantic art Some weaklings scream, as grisly things emerge out from the darkness I draw my spear as undead horrors wander into sight, We'll slaughter tonight [chorus] [elongated notes on key words] A cursed Moonfest, cursed night I wield my Touch of Evil and destroy with arcane strike A cursed Moonfest, vicious night I sing out Wake of Mayhem and our power rises to strike! Yeah [verse] The battle rages, as screams and violence fills the darkened street All able bodies enjoy my power while undead face defeat The undead fall Thanks to my song the battle's well in hand We crush them all They feel like they're the rulers of the land We took a stand [chorus] A violent Moonfest, conquest night There is no second chance against a band so great in might Triumphant Moonfest, rule through might A taste of victory has set their spirits truly alight! [bridge] Night terrors call And more dead walk to us in their regalia Warriors of old have come seeking fare and sit at our tables (mouths open wide) This is their sacred night [drum solo] [verse] Don't skirt tradition, these dead who were once the mighty ones They earned their honor, so you'd best feed them till their story's done Now is the time for me to sing them up a bony banquet All through the night I'll save us all from their solemn threat, I'll pay the debt [chorus] Macabre Moonfest, undead night Cause I possess the power to grant the feast to set them right Horrific Moonfest, feast all night So let me save our skin and feed the fallen, they're callin Their sacred night [spoken] Darkness falls across the land, The Feast of Moon is close at hand. Ancestral spirits leave the ground, To seek the warmth of homes unbound. [spoken] And every hearth must set a feast For heroes greatest and least, Who rise from crypt and hollowed stone To share the tales they've overthrown. [spoken] The autumn chill is in the air, The ghosts of fallen years are here, And noble ghouls from ancient tombs Step through the mist and candle glooms. [spoken] And as they gather 'round the fire, Your blood chills in the moonlight, For mortal will cannot resist The feast you host at midnight.