Within a graveyard cold and dank, there lives a troubled soul;
He believes all life is dead, and he alone is whole.
As he sits astride his fiery steed, his laughter ringing clear;
The townsfolk stay behind locked doors, for Hallow's End draws near.

T'is seven days and seven nights, till the horseman roams the land;
Are you prepared to face the one who holds his head in hand?
Well, we shall know in just a week, the ones who'll take the stand;
When comes the time for trick or treat, the time for Hallow's End.

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Isilien, Scarlet Crusade (US)