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Samhein, the night of the dead |
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When they can reach out to touch you again. |
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On Samhein, the dead walk free |
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To roam the earth |
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On this October night |
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They call Halloween. |
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Samhein, when the veil is thin |
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You hear your name carried on the wind |
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Dark fleeting forms on creaking stairs |
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The door knocks loud but there's no one there! |
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Memories of the past arise |
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Of souls you thought long dead |
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They beckon you to follow them |
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And put voices in your head |
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Ghosts Whispering enchantments |
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From beyond the grave |
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The veil is rent asunder |
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On the night of Samhein. |
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Beware those whom you wrong in life |
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And those you seek to harm |
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Deaths memory spans a thousand years |
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And on Samhein the dead return. |
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Faith will never save you |
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From what lies behind the veil |
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And revenge can take so many forms |
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From far beyond the pale! |
