they whispered things of madness the voices in his head the rage was birthed from sadness the little boy was dead his mind was set his family goes and all who stand in his path his eyes were cold when he pulled down the mask when the kiss of his blade met the warmth of his wrath oh my son what have you done a mother thought through her tears no one saw the child s mind warp throughout the years the lifeless stare with no remorse would answer all her fears and the answer was all too clear hell has arrived in the form of a child the evil is here with its rage set on wild do not cross its path or it s death you will meet the devil is coming on this hallow s eve the next fifteen years would find him awaiting opportunity while the doctor he confides in wants to throw away the key this man is something evil and should never be set free no one wanted to listen soon enough they all would see time has come a chance to escape not long the man would roam rage and madness multiplied every day he spent alone the monster needs to milk its hate the maniac is coming home he s coming home hell has arrived in the form of a man the evil s returned to destroy all it can do not cross its path or it s death you will meet the devil is coming on this hallow s eve he has arrived to relive his night of animosity the one thing he is living for violent brutality a small town gripped in terror like none it s ever seen is forced to live the massacre he s planned this halloween lurking in the darkness the slaughter has arrived and if you dare to kill him his rage keeps him alive failure on your part means you will die and he ll survive it never dies hell has arrived in the form of a man the evil s returned to destroy all it can do not cross its path or it s death you will meet the devil is coming on this hallow s eve hell has arrived and is planning on staying to relive the sadistic game that he s playing do not cross its path or it s death you will meet the devil is dancing on this halloween this hallow s eve