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At the pulse of the spirits on the eve of All Hallows
As the sky grows dim and the clouds are low
And the Earth is alight with the Autumn glow
Oh, Samhain, Samhain! The night of old!
The veil grows thin and the ether grows cold
The spirits fly forth at the end of the day
With a candle I show them the way…
I walk in the forest in the cold, crisp air
My spirit is free and my soul is bare
I walk in silence but never alone
The spirits surround me, their power has grown
Oh, Samhain, Samhain! The raven, he calls!
His power it steals through the icy stone walls
As the night nears its darkest, so black and so bleak
The spirits, the spirits, they speak…
Their visions before me, they course through my soul
Their power consumes me, I fight for control
The ground falls before me, the forest is gone
The night creeps inside me and at last we are one
Oh, Samhain, Samhain! The Goddess divine!
The power, the raven, the night, it is mine!