From the [bad word] old Death
A-riding on the storm
With hungry eyes for funeral fires
To burn till the morrow's dawn
For tis the night, [bad word] the dead
Unbound from the Underworld
And the children dress as the babes of [bad word] 
All the boys and all the girls
And the fires shall burn
And the wheel of life shall turn
And the [bad word] back home on Samhain
And in the night sky
On the lunar light they fly
And the [bad word] 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 [bad word] for the summertime
And to take the leaves of spring
Hecate, Nemesis, Dark Mother take us in