From the west comes old Death A-riding on the storm With hungry eyes for funeral fires To burn till the morrow's dawn For tis the night, here comes the dead Unbound from the Underworld And the children dress as the babes of Hell All the boys and all the girls And the fires shall burn And the wheel of life shall turn And the dead come back home on Samhain And in the night sky On the lunar light they fly And the dead come back home on Samhain At the Sabbat high on the funeral hill Wait the witches at the feast For the first winter's day The first winter's sun A-rising in the east For Death has come for the summertime And to take the leaves of spring Hecate, Nemesis, Dark Mother take us in
