Samhain

From the west comes old Death
 A-riding on the storm
 With hungry eyes for funeral fires
 To burn till the morrow's dawn
 For tis the night, here comes the dead
 Unbound from the Underworld
 And the children dress as the babes of Hell
 All the boys and all the girls
 And the fires shall burn
 And the wheel of life shall turn
 And the dead come back home on Samhain
 And in the night sky
 On the lunar light they fly
 And the dead come back home on Samhain
 At the Sabbat high on the funeral hill
 Wait the witches at the feast
 For the first winter? s day
 The first winter? s sun
 A-rising in the east
 For Death has come for the summertime
 And to take the leaves of spring
 Hecate, Nemesis, Dark Mother take us in