Writer: Brandon Allen Tennison, Richard IV Charles Cicalla
Composer: Brandon Allen Tennison
Lyrics
The graveyard night fell
And rose a full moon
The mist clung to the air
I should be home soon
But then the silence broke
And all the lights dimmed
Webs, they shrouded me
Became a skeleton
It's not the game
It's the dangerous way
That I play
Casting spells
When the 13th fell
On Friday
So, Trick or Treat?
A wilted flower nodding
A black cat's sharp hiss
Every year she left me
A token and a kiss
Now a lonely phantom
Upon the stone I sit
I just keep waiting here
Cuz I know she'll never quit
It's not the game
It's the dangerous way
That I play
Casting spells
When the 13th fell
On Friday
So, Trick or Treat?
Mask on like my name is Vorhees
You only knew the old me
Put me in a box buried six feet
Black Sabbath all day, burning sweet leaf
Cemetery gate
Twist of fate
Try to escape
Running in place
Swing, chop with a blade
Off with your face
Prophecy slaying, I'm out of this place
Monstrously grinding, we out of the maze
Destroying the pit, leaving no trace
Implode on this Earth into deep space
Issac Clark gonna have to keep pace
R.I.G. explode on my lymph node
Can't repeat all the things that I been told
Monsters all around, we don't fold
It's not the game
It's the dangerous way
That I play
Casting spells
When the 13th fell
On Friday
So, Trick or Treat?