[Intro] [Verse 1] The last sheaf is gathered, the granary closed, The breath of the frost on the meadow imposed. The sun turns its face to the edge of the world, As the mist of the twilight is heavily curled. We kindle the bonfire high on the hill, To anchor the living when night grows so chill. [Chorus] O Samhain, O threshold, the boundary gives way, The ghosts of the winter outnumber the day. Between the old year and the birth of the dark, The spirit awakens and leaps to the spark! [Verse 2] The veil is as thin as a breath on the glass, We listen for footsteps that stir in the grass. No sorrow for shadows that visit tonight, We welcome the kin by the flicker of light. An apple left whole and a seat by the hearth, For those who have travelled the roads of the earth. [Chorus] O Samhain, O threshold, the boundary gives way, The ghosts of the winter outnumber the day. Between the old year and the birth of the dark, The spirit awakens and leaps to the spark! [Bridge] [(The rhythm shifts into a hypnotic, driving tribal drumbeat combined with modern electronic syncopation).] Across the dark water, across the deep stone, No traveler tonight is forsaken or lone. The wheel turns in silence, the seasons descend, For where the year dies is where new years begin. [Guitar/Instrumental Outro] [(A soaring, melancholic guitar solo or ethnic string melody weaving through the heavy, driving modern beat, slowly fading out into the sound of crackling fire and wind).]
