The past, the present, The future are as one. The spirits of the dead, Seek this mortal plane. Vibrations, subconsciouss, Probing gently Buzzing bedlam Rampant in your mind. The veil between the Worlds fade slowly Otherworldly visions mesmerize. The Bards and the Brehons, The druids and the Seers, Assemble at Samhaim To greet the new year. Strip the leaves from The trees and quicken, The decay of the flesh of the year, Feel the chill embrace of winter, As the warmth fades away. The leaves they fall, As Samhain comes, The wheel has turned, As Samhain comes, The harvest stored, As Samhain comes, Our kin we call, As Samhain comes. Set a place for our forebears, Together we'll dine, Remember, give honour, Their memories enshrined. The bounty of our labour, The harvest complete, Winter is calling, In darkness we meet. Ward of the spirits Of sinister intent, Wear masks of confusion To keep them at bay. Feast on the Flesh, Fresh from the Flames. Ritually fine with the Souls of the dead. An Caileach, Enshrouded in her winter robe.