### **Noite de Samaín (Samhain Night)** The summer has gone, the light of day has died, The darkness arrives with the cold night, The spirits are walking, their world opens wide, With bread and with wine, let our offering be plied. The pumpkin illuminates, a face in the gloom, Death is an oak tree that never falls apart, The old year is ending, the new one is born, In the village's fire, we are renewed. And we, children of the land, of the wine and the rye, We do not fear the shadow, nor the strange desire. We honor those who were, those who walk today, On this timeless night that illuminates our way! Stamp hard on the ground, so the dead may hear, So that their memory never causes us pain, Jump like the fire, dance until dawn is here, So that bad fortune cannot ever win! The threshold is open, it's time for the feast, A collective trance, a sacred convex, Embrace the darkness, there's no need for fear, It's part of the cycle the earth makes clear! *(Final, whispered line)* End of summer... beginning of all. [lively intro 4 bars} (Noite de Samaín) [swell to climax and mandolin/flute riff] [tempo change to solemn ceremonial slow] [single profound medieval ceremonial drum beat ] [Verso 1 - Solemn, processional, with accordion holding long chords] O verán xa se foi, morreu a luz do día, A escuridade chega coa noite fría, Os espíritos andan, o seu mundo se abre, Con pan e con viño o noso ofrendo labre. [tribal dance drum solos] [Verso 2 - Tempo slightly increases, a steady drum march begins] [procession style section with accordion] A cabaza ilumina, un rostro na penumbra, A morte é unha ceiba que nunca se desmembra, O ano vello fínase, o novo xa está nado, No lume da aldea somos renovados. [Pre-Coro - The march speeds up: strings and flute solo] [march speeds up to lively dance] E nós, fillos da terra, do viño e do centeo, Non tememos a sombra, nin o estraño deseo. Honramos os que foron, os que hoxe camiñan, Nesta noite sen tempo, que a Galicia ilumina! [A powerful drum fill transitions into the lively dance tempo.] [bassline and gaita 6/8 rhythm] [Verso 3 - Lively, danceable Celtic folk rhythm] Pisa forte o chan, que os mortos escoitan, Que a súa memoria xamais se nos doia, Salta como o lume, baila ata o amencer, Para que a mala sorte non nos poida vencer! [dance becomes psytrance style with galician tambourine] [ rhythm morphs to jazz bassline, psytrance with gaita and tambourine.] [ BPM increases to drum & bass pace, 6/8 fusion.) [Verso 4 - Psytrance/D&B / Galician instruments] O umbral está aberto, é tempo de festexo, Un transo colectivo, un sagrado convexo, A escuridade abrázaa, non hai que temela, É parte do ciclo que a terra nos revela! [psytrance build: The melody ascends] [Clímax e Final] [back to single, clean strike of a medieval drum] [whispered line, with a faint reverb] Fin do verán... comezo de todo. [typical psytrance build to a climax followed by ending]
