Samhain

Celtic Druids light the fire, feeding flames as they get higher

Gathers now the Witches coven, and the mortal fates are woven

At the twilight and at dawn drums of old sing their song

Pagan rituals and magic, sacred knowledge of ancestors


Summer ended, now its fall, Samhain comes to take its tall

Autumn brought the gifts of harvest, and the dead are all around us


In the forest spirits dwell they make the crops grow so well

All year long they do their bidding, but tonight they shall be feeding

Thus, in order to receive, one must always something give

As the shadows dance silent the procession becomes quiet


Summer ended, now its fall, Samhain comes to take its tall

Autumn brought the gifts of harvest, and the dead are all around us


As the Pyre brightly burns, the young one his fate shall learn

He was chosen by gods to become the one who dies

This dark pass he shall embrace, as the ritual takes place.

When the night comes to an end, they will burn the Wicker Man.


Summer ended, now its fall, Samhain comes to take its tall

Autumn brought the gifts of harvest, and the dead are all around us