Samhein

Samhein, the night of the dead

When they can reach out to touch you again.

On Samhein, the dead walk free

To roam the earth

On this October night

They call Halloween.

Samhein, when the veil is thin

You hear your name carried on the wind

Dark fleeting forms on creaking stairs

The door knocks loud but there's no one there!

Memories of the past arise

Of souls you thought long dead

They beckon you to follow them

And put voices in your head

Ghosts Whispering enchantments

From beyond the grave

The veil is rent asunder

On the night of Samhein.

Beware those whom you wrong in life

And those you seek to harm

Deaths memory spans a thousand years

And on Samhein the dead return.

Faith will never save you

From what lies behind the veil

And revenge can take so many forms

From far beyond the pale!