(Skriven oktober 2012)

Oh hear, oh hear, them sneaky feet across the floor
ghastly eyes, ghastly eyes, peeking through the door
feel the breath, the breath so cold, of those that is no more
the night so dark, the moon so bright, this will end in gore

Rotten smells, shaky feet, sweeping winds and rattling bones
"It is time, it is time", says the ghost of Tom Leigh Jones
grinning skulls, shrieks of pain and frenzied zombie clones
ol' Jack is here, ol' Jack is here, hear him play his lurid tones

Withered trees, twisted shadows, evil sky and pumpkin glow
in the dark, in the dark, them stones are standing in a row
ancient souls, they seek, they hide, they come from far below
ol' Jack is here, ol' Jack is here, oh the dead they know

Burn your fears, scare them off, it is time to turn the wheel
forlorn ways, they come alive, it is time to close the deal
up in flames they go, all them horrors of the night, it is all oh so real
ol' Jack is gone, ol' Jack is gone, don't it all feel surreal?

Snow is falling oh so white, there are no more sneaky feet
rabbits peek, foxes sneer, time has passed for trick or treat
calm has settled once again, but rest assured, it is all quite a feat
ol' Jack he sleeps, ol' Jack he sleeps, his last name is deceit