Un himno de Halloween entre el glam y el terror.
Guitarras furiosas, voz ochentera y la energía de The Lost Boys, Fright Night y Trick ’r Treat en una sola noche de dulces, caos y rock.
Letra:
The leaves begin to fall,
Warm autumn winds turn icy and cruel.
The shadows hide behind the wall,
They wait for night to rule.
Children choose their masks and fangs,
While pumpkins glow with fire-lit grins.
The air is tense, the silence hangs,
A symphony of sins.
Witches whisper in the trees,
Ghouls dance in the mist.
The werewolves howl and beg the breeze
To taste the ones they’ve missed.
Beware outside,
Beware the danger,
Beware the night,
Run, please, run for your life!
Treats are the trap,
Tricks are about to appear.
Smiles are masks,
Laughter hides the fear.
Beneath the moon so full and bright,
Footsteps echo on the street.
But something stalks without a light,
You hear… but never meet.
Don’t look back, just take the path,
Avoid the silent stare.
If the black cat crosses your wrath,
You’ll vanish in the air.
The candy glows in neon red,
But it’s laced with ancient charm.
The moment it’s inside your head,
You welcome in the harm.
Beware the door,
Don’t knock tonight,
The ones inside
Aren’t wrapped too tight...
[Solo de guitarra eléctrica - estilo retro]
They come from fog, from graves, from screams,
From memories you thought were dreams.
They feast on fear, they hunt delight,
They own the dark, they **are** the night.
So if you hear your name out loud
When no one's there to call…
Don’t stop to ask, don’t turn around —
Just run. Or you will fall.
Beware outside,
Beware the danger,
Beware the night,
Run, please, run for your life!
Because treats are traps,
And tricks are near —
You’re not alone.
The end is here.
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