Halloween is the night 
 The legend says the ghost will rise 
 On Halloween they can't redeem 
 restless soul from an ancient scene 

 At the sound of the demon bell 
 Everything will turn to [bad word] 
 Rise... rise... rise... It's Halloween 
 Rise... rise... The ghost will rise 

 Reconciled with the powers of darkness 
 He'll uncover a saint 
 You won't believe... See for yourself 

 I hear a bell 
 sound from [bad word]  the demon bell 
 I see a lightin' shadow in between the graves 
 Swinging his sword of hate towards the gates of Heaven 
 "Beelzebub, Astaroth...Bring me the Devil" 
 And as he says these words I can't believe my eyes 

 Upon a burnin' cross 
 The Lord Jesus, Satan's above 
 It must be a shame 
 To see the Lord fallin' again 
 Now rise, reconcile with the powers of darkness 
 Uncover a saint 
 You better believe or see for yourself