Seething through the broken night
Hush is the moment that is brought to light

The whispers heard by crying sound
as footprints cross this solemn ground

Gates passed through to Bachelor's Grove
Eyes of cold and constant flows

She haunts your thoughts and with every step
Shivering spine with goose bumps left

The ghostly figures at night time, they stray
Orbs on  film, we can't look away

Looking right through these fields made of stone
Aged with time and a hard weathered tone

Shoulders tapped with these haunted thoughts
The air was empty, our mind gets caught

We turned around with no one there
Hallow's Eve is the moment and is something to scare

Visions of past and the Chicago's dead
Rise on up through this blackened thread

Screams of terror and morbid sins
Stopped in tracks, they are all gone again

We reached the gate of rusted old steel
Fallen back down on deadly keel

Out of the depths of the spirit's trove
Passed through the gates of Bachelor's Grove