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Eh I By - Graveyard on Halloween Lyrics



Eh I By - Graveyard on Halloween Lyrics




The moon is high, the fog rolls in,
Casting shadows on the graves so thin.
The air grows cold, the trees stand still,
A silent shiver, a creeping chill.
Tombstones cracked, names worn with age,
A haunted tale on every page.
And in the dark, the spirits rise,
With hollow whispers and ghostly cries.

In the graveyard on Halloween,
Where shadows walk, and spirits lean.
The dead awake, the night's alive,
When the veil is thin, and ghosts arrive.
Step lightly now, don't make a sound,
For restless souls roam all around.
In the graveyard on Halloween,
Where nothing is quite as it seems.

Candles flicker near forgotten stones,
Marking the paths of wandering bones.
A skeletal hand, a phantom's face,
Lost in time, in this eerie place.
Beneath the oaks, beneath the pine,
The past emerges, lost in time.
From ancient graves, they start to roam,
Seeking the warmth of their long-lost home.

In the graveyard on Halloween,
Where shadows walk, and spirits lean.
The dead awake, the night's alive,
When the veil is thin, and ghosts arrive.
Step lightly now, don't make a sound,
For restless souls roam all around.
In the graveyard on Halloween,
Where nothing is quite as it seems.

A howl rings out, a raven's call,
The dead are dancing, one and all.
Bones are rattling, chains unwind,
A celebration of a different kind.

In the graveyard on Halloween,
Where shadows walk, and spirits lean.
The dead awake, the night's alive,
When the veil is thin, and ghosts arrive.
Step lightly now, don't make a sound,
For restless souls roam all around.
In the graveyard on Halloween,
Where nothing is quite as it seems.

So if you wander past midnight's toll,
Beware the whispers from the souls,
For in the graveyard on Halloween,
You may become a part... of the unseen
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English

The moon is high, the fog rolls in,
Casting shadows on the graves so thin.
The air grows cold, the trees stand still,
A silent shiver, a creeping chill.
Tombstones cracked, names worn with age,
A haunted tale on every page.
And in the dark, the spirits rise,
With hollow whispers and ghostly cries.

In the graveyard on Halloween,
Where shadows walk, and spirits lean.
The dead awake, the night's alive,
When the veil is thin, and ghosts arrive.
Step lightly now, don't make a sound,
For restless souls roam all around.
In the graveyard on Halloween,
Where nothing is quite as it seems.

Candles flicker near forgotten stones,
Marking the paths of wandering bones.
A skeletal hand, a phantom's face,
Lost in time, in this eerie place.
Beneath the oaks, beneath the pine,
The past emerges, lost in time.
From ancient graves, they start to roam,
Seeking the warmth of their long-lost home.

In the graveyard on Halloween,
Where shadows walk, and spirits lean.
The dead awake, the night's alive,
When the veil is thin, and ghosts arrive.
Step lightly now, don't make a sound,
For restless souls roam all around.
In the graveyard on Halloween,
Where nothing is quite as it seems.

A howl rings out, a raven's call,
The dead are dancing, one and all.
Bones are rattling, chains unwind,
A celebration of a different kind.

In the graveyard on Halloween,
Where shadows walk, and spirits lean.
The dead awake, the night's alive,
When the veil is thin, and ghosts arrive.
Step lightly now, don't make a sound,
For restless souls roam all around.
In the graveyard on Halloween,
Where nothing is quite as it seems.

So if you wander past midnight's toll,
Beware the whispers from the souls,
For in the graveyard on Halloween,
You may become a part... of the unseen
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Writer: Benjamin Sturge
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC

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Language: English
Written by: Benjamin Sturge

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