Occult Polka

[Verse 1] In the shadowed forest's heart, beneath the moon's cold glare, Hooded figures chant and dance, a sinister affair. Raising blades with wicked smiles, to pledge their dark devotion, But the knife cuts through a cake, celebrating sweet emotion. [Chorus] Beneath the moon of blood, figures roam the night Whisper call to powers old, chill the stars with fright. Yet with a turn, they laugh and cheer, all horrors cast aside, Serving snacks, pouring punch, at this cute midnight ride. [Verse 2] Around a fire they form a ring, the summoning begins, Incantations, whispered low, invoking ancient sins. But the scary spell’s true purpose, as the dark enchantment spins, Is just to light the barbecue, for their festive feast. [Chorus] Beneath the moon of blood, figures roam the night Whisper call to powers old, chill the stars with fright. Yet with a turn, they laugh and cheer, all horrors cast aside, Serving snacks, pouring punch, at this cute midnight ride. [Outro] As dawn creeps o'er the hills, their dark rite at its end, They leave not with curs'd spells, but with memories of a friend. What seemed a horde of ghouls, emerging through the mist, Was a party in disguise, with a playful, joyous twist. [Verse 2] Around a fire they form a ring, the summoning begins, Incantations, whispered low, invoking ancient sins. But the scary spell’s true purpose, where mysteries begin, Is just to light the barbecue, and let the night's fun spin. [Chorus] Beneath the moon of blood, figures roam the night Whisper call to powers old, chill the stars with fright. Yet with a turn, they laugh and cheer, all horrors cast aside, Serving snacks, pouring punch, at this cute midnight ride. [Instrumental] [Outro] As dawn creeps o'er the hills, their dark rite at its end, They leave not with curst spells, but with memories of a friend. What seemed a horde of ghouls, emerging through the mist, Was a party in disguise, with a playful, joyous twist. [End] [Bridge] In the gleam of firelight, shadows dance with glee, Masks of fiends and sprites, as far as eyes can see. Yet beneath each ghastly guise, a grin shines bright and wide, For this gathering under starry skies is joy they cannot hide. [Outro] As dawn creeps o'er the hills, their dark rite at its end, They leave not with curst spells, but with memories of a friend. What seemed a horde of ghouls, emerging through the mist, Was a party in disguise, with a playful, joyous twist. [End]