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 harvest 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
The 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