The autumn whispers through the trees, A silver moon begins to rise. The dying leaves dance in the breeze, Beneath the ancient, starless skies. The sacred fires illuminate, The stones that stood through countless years. Beyond the mist, the spirits wait, Their voices carried through our tears. The wheel of seasons turns once more, The final harvest fades away. Tonight we open every door, For those who walked before our days. WHEN THE VEIL GROWS THIN! BENEATH THE HALLOWEEN MOON! The ancient spirits wander in, Through shadows where the night flowers bloom. SAMHAIN! HEAR THE SACRED FLAME! THE WINDS STILL WHISPER EVERY NAME! Between the darkness and the light, OUR LOST ONES WALK WITH US TONIGHT! The hollow hills are dressed in white, As silver mist embraces stone. A thousand candles guide the night, To lead the wandering spirits home. We leave a place beside the fire, For those whose footsteps time has claimed. And as the embers slowly rise, We softly speak their ancient names. The ravens rest upon the trees, The earth lies silent, cold and still. Yet something moves upon the breeze, Beyond the sleeping, moonlit hills. No fear shall follow through this night, No sorrow shall remain unseen. For every soul becomes a light, Within the world that lies between. WHEN THE VEIL GROWS THIN! BENEATH THE HALLOWEEN MOON! The ancient spirits wander in, Through shadows where the night flowers bloom. SAMHAIN! HEAR THE SACRED FLAME! THE WINDS STILL WHISPER EVERY NAME! Between the darkness and the light, OUR LOST ONES WALK WITH US TONIGHT! If you can hear me through the rain, Beyond the silence of the years, Come sit beside the fire again, And rest where love outlives our tears. No grave can steal the love we knew, No winter takes what hearts retain. Beneath the stars, I think of you, Until the spring returns again. WHEN THE VEIL GROWS THIN! BENEATH THE HALLOWEEN MOON! The ancient spirits wander in, Through shadows where the night flowers bloom. SAMHAIN! HEAR THE SACRED FLAME! THE WINDS STILL WHISPER EVERY NAME! Between the darkness and the light, OUR LOST ONES WALK WITH US TONIGHT! WHEN THE VEIL GROWS THIN! The stars awaken in the sky. SAMHAIN! LET THE FIRES SHINE! FOR THOSE WHO NEVER TRULY DIE! The morning waits beyond the trees, The sacred fires fade away. And though the veil returns unseen, Their love remains beyond this day. When the veil grows thin... We meet again.
