SamhainHear the wolf cry and the old bull bellowAt the pulse of the spirits on the eve of All HallowsAs the sky grows dim and the clouds are lowAnd the Earth is alight with the Autumn glowOh, Samhain, Samhain! The night of old!The veil grows thin and the ether grows coldThe spirits fly forth at the end of the dayWith a candle I show them the way…I walk in the forest in the cold, crisp airMy spirit is free and my soul is bareI walk in silence but never aloneThe spirits surround me, their power has grownOh, Samhain, Samhain! The raven, he calls!His power it steals through the icy stone wallsAs the night nears its darkest,