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| Song title | |||
| "Pumpkin Moon Ritual" | |||
| Original Upload Date | |||
| September 26, 2023 | |||
| Singer | |||
| Yuma, Mai, Ryo, and Lin Lai | |||
| Producer(s) | |||
| Views | |||
| 300+ | |||
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Description
"I had so much fun working with @gishiki-p to create this Halloween special!" - •angel• "dont buy pumpkins from craigslist." - Gishiki-P |
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Lyrics[]
Of pumpkins, chrysanthemums, and roses
A full blood moon will come in
The cutlery opposes
A chilling introduction
With malicious assumptions
My body decomposes
A horrid connotation
With candles and carnations
We dance upon the graves
And the spells of yesterday
Every word falls into place
The ritual we embrace
Death to urges to replace
An angel who fell from grace
When a tear rolled down my face
With the poison they were laced
Gloria patri in nomine et fili
Et spiritus sancti
Sicut in caelo et in terra
Gloria patri in nomine et fili
Et spiritus sancti
Sicut in caelo et in terra
On a full moon, calling to the night
Tell me, will I be alright?
With the spirits we invite?
When the skies are maroon, continue despite
How the flames are burning bright
With each prayer we recite in the night
Tainted, the prayer we just stated
The result long awaited
It happens to be fated
An action filled with hatred
Our eyes are captivated
The truth that you negated
Had never really faded
Out of our eyes
Gutted pumpkins, dull assumptions
And we all fall down
In the lake they had drowned
Now my consumption of corruption
And we all fall down
Does it even matter now?
The flying crows westward as the flowers grow
The blooming rose holding secrets no one knows
As the wind blows down the path that we all chose
Mary, she knows, bloody red just like the moon
On a full moon, calling to the night
Tell me, will I be alright?
When I’m gone and out of sight?
When the skies are maroon, skin is ghostly white
As the stars are realigned
I’m a child made out of spite in the night