When black cats prowl and pumpkins gleam, may luck be yours on Halloween
There is something haunting in the light of the moon
There is magic in the night when pumpkins glow by moonlight
The moon has awoken with the sleep of the sun, the light has been broken; the spell has begun.
Shadows mutter, mist replies; darkness purrs as midnight sighs
I put a spell on you because you’re mine
