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Samhein, the night of the dead
When they can reach out to touch you again.
On Samhein, the dead walk free
To roam the earth
On this October night
They call Halloween.

Samhein, when the veil is thin
You hear your name carried on the wind
Dark fleeting forms on creaking stairs
The door knocks loud but there's no one there!

Memories of the past arise
Of souls you thought long dead
They beckon you to follow them
And put voices in your head
Ghosts Whispering enchantments
From beyond the grave
The veil is rent asunder
On the night of Samhein.

Beware those whom you wrong in life
And those you seek to harm
Deaths memory spans a thousand years
And on Samhein the dead return.
Faith will never save you
From what lies behind the veil
And revenge can take so many forms
From far beyond the pale!

Over mist covered hills and valleys, across lochs and lonely shores.
Through fields and rain drenched forests and dark and desolate moors.
Screaming???.
A keening wailing cry
No living soul ever made that sound, stalking those about to die!
The cry of the Banshee

Her fleeting shadow in female guise cloaked in darkness and mystery.
With wind tossed hair and sparkling eyes, she cries out in misery.
Watching???.
With eyes that are full of tears.
And a cry that rips your soul apart and herald's death is near.
The cry of the Banshee!

The glimpse of a wraithlike figure that resembles female form
Silhouetted in the moonlight to disappear before the dawn.

Some say the living cannot hear her, only those about to die,
But many swear upon their lives, they've heard that mournful cry.
The cry of the Banshee!

"Beware the Raven that stands alone, the one that watches and waits,
Beware that unguarded moment, that subtle twist of fate.
It may just be the eyes of the Crow man".

You see a group of dancers in the street
Dressed up to look like chimney sweeps.
But under the feathered hats and ragged clothes
There hides the Crow man.

Faces blackened out so you cant see
The colour of the soul that lies beneath.
Behind the painted masks that hides their faces.
There hides the Crow man.

People gather round to cheer them on
And laughing joins in the dancing throng.
Unaware of the dark side behind it
They don't know what's really going on.
It's part of a ritual from the past
The dance of the Crow Man

Down through the ages down through the years
At springtime the crow man will always appear.
To feed the earth with the blood of the chosen
To ensure life's circle for the following season!
To replenish the earth by the taking of life
In the Crow mans ritual blood sacrifice!

In the crowd he'll see a person all alone
And point with an ancient Runic stone.
The spell is cast and only death awaits them
No one to miss them when they're gone
With no family to mourn or to care
They're now part of the Crow man.

Moonbeams chasing moonbeams moving pillars of living light,
Spectral shapes that glisten showing Demons of the night.
Knight errant on headless horses hunting vainly for their souls,
Shapeless forms of darkness that are illuminated cold.

Trees like old men stand and stare and reach towards the sky,
Faces that are etched with age where time has passed them by.
Branches argue with the wind and juggle with the light,
Ghostly mental cages that play havoc with your sight.

The Black mass holds no fears for those who don't believe
And of the dark side that lies beyond.
But this leaves them no protection to the terrors of the night
When all faith in their beliefs has gone!

Pagan minds conceived the night to use it as their own
A mantle made to cloak the mind and foster the unknown
Imagine the countless phantoms in those dark secluded holes
But they're inward turning mirrors they're reflections of your soul!

The Black mass holds no fears for those who don't believe
And of the dark side that lies beyond.
But this leaves them no protection to the terrors of the night
When all faith in their beliefs has gone!

Darkness like a cloak of saffron velvet surrounds him
Stark trees of stone support the moon and stop the sky from falling in around him.
He stands upon his mountain throne
his arms held high he's all-alone.
Ashen face turned towards the sky
His eyes reflect a tormented soul
Endless years have took their toll
His mind too troubled to let him die.

Lightning, swift and dazzling as it flashes silhouettes him
A gnarled old man of ageless time his bony fingers draw his cloak around him
He slowly bends his weary frame
Picks up his lamp adjusts its flame
Secrets of the night to unfurl
He walks away with laden tread
Slowly turning his grey old head
Briefly looking back at the world.

Visions of the ages that have passed fly before him
Memories of kings and queens, long since dead their ghostly forms surround him
But soon these figures start to fade
They're only dreams an old man made
A wish that is borne of despair
There is no one left to take their place
No Arthur now to save our face
No leaders who seem as if they care

Oh where are we going to?
What is there left for me and you?

From a Castle high on the top of a hill
I can hear the Witch Queen laughing still.
As midnight chimes and the moon is high
The Witch Queen prepares herself to fly.

She stands on top of a tower of stone
And sneers at the sleeping earth below.
Unsuspecting in their beds
Of the gathering of Witches above their heads.

In silent flight across the sky
All ranks of Witches flying by.
Paying homage to their Queen
At their yearly meeting on Halloween.

I can see her.
I can see her standing there
I can see her she's poised and ready
Moonlight on long black hair.

Her laughter breaks the still of night
Music to match the awesome sight.
In ghostly silence they follow their Queen
Like dead leafs blowing in the wind.

I can see her.
I can see her standing there
I can see her she's poised and ready
Moonlight on long black hair.

I can see her.
I can see her standing there
I can see her as she gracefully rises
A death like hush as she takes the air.

Like ghostly phantoms on the wind, they glide across the mire.
Their white hair flows like silver webs, framing eyes of fire.
The gentle throb of an ancient drum, no human ever made.
Music only gods should hear, no human ever played.

This ritual of the druids has been, the saviour of mankind.
Unknown to them the price was paid by personal sacrifice.
For all the wrongs that man has done, the piper must be paid.
So he can sleep eternally peacefully in his grave.

From where they come and where they go, or why they have to be.
Mans mind cant hope to comprehend the sheer complexity.
Stonehenge has been their meeting place, as far as man can tell.
Birth of myths and legends, the gateway to Hell.

Man has always thought of them as priests or holy men,
Mortal beings that live and die never to rise again
Unknown to man their astral form still haunt the ancient ruins
No one ever understood the power of the druids.

I'm standing by the Altar stone, standing here all-alone.
Who can I turn to where can I run to.
I watch them slowly walk away as night turns into another day.
No one to turn back, no one will come back for me
Take me if you want to, take me if you need to,
Take me if you have to, take me.

Dawns light on the altar marks, the end of another rite.
Their spaceship glistening in the sun slips slowly out of sight.

Mans fate assured his conscience clear in the eyes of other men.
His slate is clean the bill was paid by the death of one of them.
Guide me and lead me help me through this night,
Take me and show them but let them see some light!

Father

There can be no dark force in this world,
That could take the soul of a child.
No spectre so grim would dare to be heard,
No beast could be so wild.

So rest my child and save yourself,
For the journey we must undertake.
I've done all I can but I need to get help,
And soon your fever will break.
Son

Father, dear Father the Erl king is near,
I can see the fire in his eyes.
I can hear his voice whispering in my ears
Like a million children's cries.

Father

My Son, My Son you have nothing to fear,
And the stars are the only light you see.
The wind in the trees is the only voice you hear
And the crying you hear is me.

Son

Father, dear Father surely you can see
That beckoning figure standing there.
His bony hands are reaching out for me
And he's running his fingers through my hair.

Father

My Son, My Son your illness will not last
And help is just over this rise.
Those hands are just branches
Brushing us as we pass
So please can you open your eyes!

Fire - burn in Hell,
It's a cry that we know so well
Fire - to cleanse your soul
But you know that's the way you've gotta go.
Passing through the barriers of time
Forget the pain think only of your line.

Fire -opens the door
It's a gateway to life forever more.
Fire - burning bright
Wont you show me the pathway with your light.
Passing through the barriers of time
Forget the pain think only of your line
Showing me the way to live another day
In a future that soon will be mine.

Fire - cast your spell
You were spawned in the very bowels of Hell.
Fire - Witches bane.
They don't know they're starting it again.
Passing through the barriers of time
Forget the pain think only of your line
Showing me the way to live another day
In a future that soon will be mine!

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The beasts of Hell just lick his hand
All creatures from forgotten lands
Long lost worlds with spires of gold
Where the land was cleft and auroras rolled.

Purple skies all streaked with green
A landscape fit for a thousand dreams
Seas of fire with sulphur spray
The Dark Lords labyrinth hide away.

From long dead Charne or ancient Mu'
His army comes in search of you
Dead or undead cant eternal lie
With passing eons even death may die.

Crushing what he caused in play
The chaos would blow earths dust away
Mutants would roam the desolate sphere
Haunters of the dark all men would fear

And so the Dark Lord legend goes
But what form he will take no one knows.
It may be in mans image who can say
This master of the Machiavellian ways

Look to your heart to what you hold dear
The last ring is trust so keep it near.
Don't let him have the last ring.
Let Mordor keep its shadowy king

Don't let him have the last ring.
Let Mordor keep its shadowy king
Don't let him have the last ring.
Let Mordor keep its shadowy king