1#
Dressed in black, on an indian summer
on the wine moon, we're harvesting sorrow
It's kept in cold, for the locust winter
we drinking the wine and forbidding the apples

Ha ha ha all hallows eve,
when you will believe, my baby
some things are not to touch

2#
Dressed in black, on an indian summer
on the wine moon, we're harvesting sorrow
it's kept in cold, for the locust winter
we keep it for fun, and we sell it as terror

Ha ha ha all hallows eve,
when you will believe, my baby
as warm are days the colder the nights

3#
Dressed in black on late autumn night
rain falls down from pluvial sky
We cross them rivers, and seek out the bones
To tell us which way, is to go home

Ha ha ha all hallows eve,
when will you believe, my baby
as warm are days the colder the nights

#8#

4#
Dressed in black on late autumn night
Dressed in red, on an indian night

Ha ha ha all hallows eve,
when you will believe, my baby x 2
Ha ha ha all hallows eve,
when you will believe, my baby
as warm are days the colder the nights

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