As Samhain Comes - Waylander

The past, the present

The future are as one

The spirits of the dead

Seek this mortal plane

Vibrations, subconscious

Probing gently

Buzzing bedlam

Rampant in your mind

The veils 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