“Let us go out this evening for pleasure for the night is still young!” Let us dance skeletally the chill of the autumn is stirring in me. Let us rape, let us murder, a night to sate thine perverted desires A night on which to watch them die, to see the life whisked from the inside, A night so black as satan's hide. When we ghouls do come alive, When the masks of mockery shall disguise our wicked eyes. To the death of all celebrate the empty breath of fall. the 31st twill not go silent so...