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Planning to kill the children
Something hidden inside the masks
A Celtic ritual with a stolen stone
A celebration of Samhain
In the sleepy town of Santa Mira;
the root of a mass sacrifice
An ancient calling from the druid gods
Let the blood harvest begin
Trying to hide with nowhere to go
In the watchful eyes of mechanical men
Built to exact his revenge
A celebration of Samhain
But he escapes the grip
of the sinister maskmaker
He must heed a warning to all
Before the innocent meet their end
When the hills ran red
from the blood of children slain
The Celtic Day of the Dead;
A celebration of Samhain
This October 31st
Will be the last Halloween
The season of the witch is here
The festival of Samhain
He tries to stop the wrath
But the ritual continues on
An ancient calling from the Druid gods
Let the blood harvest begin

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