The Crone's October

Verse 1 The shadows breathe in October's night, The veils grow thin by fading light, What stirs the dark and walks the lane? The Crone has come to rule again. The children bolt from door to door, They beg for sweets and still want more, While parents carry sleeping things, Their little vampires, ghosts, and kings. Pre-Chorus And the rumors whisper through the leaves, Of ancient things beneath the eaves, Oh, the rumors whisper through the leaves She's coming, she's coming, she's here. Chorus We rise, we fall, we rise again, We rise, we fall, we rise again, The Crone shall rest and wake as Maid, The Oak King born from Holly's shade, For Death is just the open door To everything worth living for, So we rise, we fall, we rise again! Verse 2 We carve our gourds with ghoulish grins, Wander where the darkness begins, We poke at bats and shriek and laugh, We walk the dead's own winding path, Grinning, screaming, begging still, We gorge ourselves on horror's thrill, On hollow, leaf-strewn, shuffling feet, We clutch our bags of gold and sweet. Pre-Chorus And the rumors whisper through the leaves, Of ancient things beneath the eaves, Oh, the rumors whisper through the leaves She's coming, she's coming, she's here. Chorus We rise, we fall, we rise again, We rise, we fall, we rise again, The Crone shall rest and wake as Maid, The Oak King born from Holly's shade, For Death is just the open door To everything worth living for, So we rise, we fall, we rise again! Verse 3 The Crone walks slow toward the Void, Her mysteries neither lost nor destroyed, She sees the Winter yet to come, She hears the Holly King's last drum, Her dark cloak pulls the night in tight, The stars burn fierce, the Moon burns bright, She sits beside her hearthfire old, Beneath the furs against the cold. Pre-Chorus She sings and sets the night winds moaning, She breathes and sets the dark winds groaning, Her eyes still glitter, sharp and true She sees what mortals never knew. Chorus We rise, we fall, we rise again, We rise, we fall, we rise again, The Crone shall rest and wake as Maid, The Oak King born from Holly's shade, For Death is just the open door To everything worth living for, So we rise, we fall, we rise again! Bridge For this is what the night has told, A story ancient, dark, and old: We bleed through birth and weep through years, We dress our deepest, truest fears, We look at Death behind our masks And smile at all that darkness asks. We look at Death behind our masks And smile at all that darkness asks. Final Chorus Now all of life's great truth is plain We rise, we fall, we rise again! We rise, we fall, we rise again! The Crone shall rest and wake as Maid, The Oak King born from Holly's shade, For Death is just the open door To everything worth living for, So we rise, we fall, we rise again, We rise, we fall, we rise again, We rise, we fall, we rise again! Outro The shadows breathe in October's night, The veils grow thin by fading light... The Crone has come, The Crone has come, The Crone has come to rule again.