Скачать или смотреть Jack O’ Lanterns - Original Song by Echoes Plague

Light the lantern, carve the grin,
Hollow eyes, let the madness in.
Silverwood’s asleep but the pumpkins know,
The dead don’t rest — they just glow.

Ashgrove’s halls are empty, but the night’s alive,
I carve a wicked smile just to see it thrive.
Every flicker’s a whisper, every laugh’s a sin,
They dance to my rhythm, let the haunting begin.
Jack’s grinning wider, says he likes my style,
I told him chaos walks with me for a while.
Candles melt slow, faces twist and turn,
Every joke I tell makes another pumpkin burn.

Shadows love my stories, they all lean close,
Every rhyme’s a curse wrapped up in a joke.

Jack O’ Lanterns light the way, follow where I lead,
Laughing through the graveyard, planting wicked seed.
If you see me smiling, best you hide your fear,
’Cause I carve my truth where the dark draws near.

Lanterns hum secrets, pumpkins grin wide,
They whisper Punky’s name like a ghost bride.
Lilith’s piano hums under moonlit strain,
While I spit fire through the shadow rain.
Tricks for the teachers, tales for the tombs,
Every verse I drop makes the darkness bloom.
The Phantoms howl — yeah, they feel the spark,
It’s Halloween again — and I own the dark.

Every laugh’s a weapon, every rhyme’s a flame,
You call it haunted — I just call it my name.

Jack O’ Lanterns, smile with me tonight,
Light up Silverwood with orange fright.
Trick the living, tease the dead,
Dance with the chaos inside your head.

Maybe I’m the joke — the town’s cruel muse,
The one who grins wide but quietly bruised.
These masks I carve hide more than I show,
Each flame a memory I’ll never let go.
Lilith says my laughter’s sharper than pain,
But I laugh anyway — that’s my chain.
So if I vanish by the pumpkin’s gleam,
Tell her I burned bright — even in my dream.

One spark, one smile, that’s all it takes,
To light up the dark and the world it breaks.
The Phantoms chant, the town holds still,
Haunted hearts obey my will.
Jack watches quiet — his grin’s the same,
We both burn for the thrill, not the fame.

Jack O’ Lanterns, sing with me again,
Flames in our hearts where the lies begin.
Silverwood’s trembling, caught in the show,
Pumpkins grinning where lost souls go.
Laugh till it hurts, that’s my creed,
Chaos and comfort in every deed.
If you see my shadow fade in the flame,
Just know I lived laughing — remember the name.

The candles die out, but the grin remains,
Ashes and laughter, they’re all that remains.
The pumpkins sigh — the night’s last breath,
My joke lingers softly between life and death.

Guess that’s… my kinda holiday.