Samhain Wind

A chill grips the earth
The world must die
Before grim rebirth
The oaks ablaze signal summer's end
All must die
The hour is at hand

Dead leaves fill the air
The smell of death
The Samhain wind is blowing
In the breeze
Between the trees
The dead won't rest
I feel the spirit move

Spectral shapes make themselves known
Now returned
Dead but not gone
Veil is torn between two spheres
The final hour
Is ever drawing near

Dead leaves fill the air
The smell of death
The Samhain wind is blowing
In the breeze
Between the trees
The dead won't rest
I feel the spirit moving

Cast the bones into the flame
Beckon the dead
To return again
Embrace the dead upon this night
The Samhain fires
Burn, ever burning bright

Dead leaves fill the air
The smell of death
The Samhain wind is blowing
In the breeze
Between the trees
The dead won't rest
I feel the spirit moving in