The drums of Samhain keeping time.
The gates of magick open wide.
A cauldron's blessing overflow.
The candles flames are dying low.
The witches dance the circle 'round
To chant and bring the power down.
Hecate will hear our call
To turn the summer into fall.
The magick veil is growing thin.
The netherworld is near our own.
We'll see the sacred fire fed
While witches commune with the dead.
The winds of Autumn call our names.
The driving rhythm slowly calms.
The glowing embers we will tend
Until the drums of Samhain end.
