It's that time of the year, when everything is so cool
Rotten arms of the moon, creep up from behind you
The birth of nothing that belongs to heaven nor rotten death
Wake the dead from their pretty graves
Knocking on every door with the lights
The town is filled with screaming
We don't need such a foolish words
Stay alert, though you're in town
Yes this is the sweet halloween night
If the stairs are filled with “slimes”
“Bunks” the stabber will appear
Don't be walking around in red
Drooling wolves come kissing to you
We don't need such a foolish words
Don't leave your drinks at your bed