Samhein, the night of the dead 
When they can reach out to touch you again. 
On Samhein, the dead walk free 
To roam the earth 
On this October night 
They call Halloween. 
Samhein, when the veil is thin 
You hear your name carried on the wind 
Dark fleeting forms on creaking stairs 
The door knocks loud but there's no one there! 
Memories of the past arise 
Of souls you thought long dead 
They beckon you to follow them 
And put voices in your head 
Ghosts Whispering enchantments 
From beyond the grave 
The veil is rent asunder 
On the night of Samhein. 
Beware those whom you wrong in life 
And those you seek to harm 
Deaths memory spans a thousand years 
And on Samhein the dead return. 
Faith will never save you 
From what lies behind the veil 
And revenge can take so many forms 
From far beyond the pale!