Samhain

Samhain

From the west comes old Death
A-riding on the storm
With hungry eyes for funeral fires
To burn till the morrow's dawn

For tis the night, here comes the dead
Unbound from the Underworld
And the children dress
As the babes of Hell
All the boys and all the girls

And the fires shall burn
And the wheel of life shall turn
And the dead
Come back home on Samhain

And in the night sky
On the lunar light they fly
And the dead
Come back home on Samhain

At the Sabbat high on the funeral hill
Wait the witches at the feast
For the first winter's day
The first winter's Sun
A-rising in the east

For Death has come for the summertime
And to take the leaves of spring
Hecate, Nemesis
Dark Mother take us in

And the fires shall burn
And the wheel of life shall turn
And the dead
Come back home on Samhain

And in the night sky
On the lunar light they fly
And the dead
Come back home on Samhain