Hear the wolf cry and the old bull bellow
At the pulse of the spirits on the eve of All Hallows
As the sky grows dim and the clouds are low
And the Earth is alight with the Autumn glow
Oh, Samhain, Samhain! The night of old!
The veil grows thin and the ether grows cold
The spirits fly forth at the end of the day
With a candle I show them the way…
I walk in the forest in the cold, crisp air
My spirit is free and my soul is bare
I walk in silence but never alone
The spirits surround me, their power has grown
Oh, Samhain, Samhain! The raven, he calls!
His power it steals through the icy stone walls
As the night nears its darkest, so black and so bleak
The spirits, the spirits, they speak…
Their visions before me, they course through my soul
Their power consumes me, I fight for control
The ground falls before me, the forest is gone
The night creeps inside me and at last we are one
Oh, Samhain, Samhain! The Goddess divine!
The power, the raven, the night, it is mine!
It courses my blood and it whips through my hair
It invokes deep within me my own power there…
As I stand in this circle my eyes see anew
The forest it glistens like clear morning dew
As I take up the candle the spirits take flight
I whisper my blessing to the cloak of the night
Oh Samhain, Samhain! Most sacred of days!
Vanish once more with the first morning rays!
The clear, chilly dawn echoes over the land
As the Goddess descends with the moon in her hand…
At the call of the bull and the wolf’s mournful cry
At the howl of the wind and the weight of the sky
The spinners will spin and the weavers will weave
The soul of the Goddess on All Hallows Eve.