[Verse 1] Before the iron, before the crown, when forests ruled and suns burned down, the druids whispered to the wind, “the summer dies, the dark begins.” The moonlight carved the year’s divide, the spirits crossed the other side, and every flame that touched the ground was life and death in circle bound. [Chorus] Samaín, Samaín, fire on the hill, open the gate where the night stands still. The souls are walking, they rise from the sea, Galicia remembers what the world forgot to be. [Verse 2] The hearth went cold, the embers fade, one sacred fire, the tribe remade. A bowl of bread, a candle flame, to guide the ghosts who know our name. They cross the rivers, silent and deep, where time and the living fall asleep. The mist is heavy, the stars align, and death becomes the grand design. [Chorus] Samaín, Samaín, dance in the rain, the voice of the earth still knows your name. The souls are walking, they rise from the sea, Galicia whispers through eternity. [Bridge] Long before Rome, before the creed, our faith was stone, our law was seed. From the fires of Gallaecia’s land, the echo reached a foreign strand. Now the world says “Halloween”, but here the old flame still is seen, and every shadow, every sign remembers home — the Samaín shrine. [Outro] Let the fire burn, let the circle remain, the river will carry our voices again. Under the moon, the spirits convene — the night is alive… Samaín unseen. [Whispered fade-out] Samaín… Samaín…
